| Oh well this is the story about Willie the Weeper |
| Now Willie the Weeper was a chimney sweeper |
| He had the habit, boy, he had it bad |
| Let me tell you bout a dream he had |
| Well he went to the hop house the other night |
| Wearin his goulashes, boy, they were shinin bright |
| Well he called to the boy said bring him some hop |
| Started in a smokin like he’d never stop |
| Oh well after he had smoked about a dozen pills |
| He says, «This oughta cure all my aches and ills» |
| Well he turned on his side and he went to sleep |
| Dreamed he was a sailor on the ocean deep |
| Oh well he played draw poker as they left the land |
| He won a million dollars on his very first hand |
| Well he played and he played until the crew went broke |
| Then he turned around and had another smoke |
| Oh well he came to the island of Siam |
| He rubbed his eyes and said, «I wonder where I am.» |
| He played craps with the king, he won a million more |
| Had to leave the island cause the king got sore |
| Oh well he went to Monte Carlo where he played roulette |
| He couldn’t lose a penny cause he won every bet |
| Well he played and he played until the bank went broke |
| Then he turned around and had another smoke |
| Oh well then he thought he better be a-sailing for home |
| Well he charted a ship and he sailed away alone |
| Oh well this ship hit a rock, he hit the floor |
| Oh well the dope gave out and the dream was o’er |
| Oh well that was the story about Willie the Weeper |
| Now Willie the Weeper was young pox eater |
| Some day a pill too many he’ll take |
| And dreaming that he’s dead he will forget to wake |