Willie B. Goode

Deep down Stratford upon Avon, not far from east London

Way back amongst the shrubbery in the green garden

There stood a small mansion made of stone and wood

Where lived an English boy named Willie B. Goode

Who never learned to read or play music so well

But he could write a love sonnet like ringing a bell.

Go, go, go Willie, go

Go, go, Willie B. Goode….