Lyrics:

Shotgun Willie
Sits around in his underwear
Bitin’ on a bullet
And pullin’ out all of his hair
Shotgun Willie
Got all of his family there

Well, you can't sell record
If you ain't got nothin’ to say
You can't break a record
If you ain't got nothin’ to say
You can't play music
If you ain't got the music to play

John T. Flores was workin’
For the Ku Klux Klan
At 6 foot 5
John T. was a helluva man
Yeah, he made a lotta money
Selling sheets on the family plan

Can't do stuff
If you ain't got stuff to do
Can't wear green
If you ain't got nothin’ green to wear
Can't drink beer
If you ain't got no refrigerator unit
You know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout

Now, Shotgun Willie, Shotgun Willie
Shotgun Willie, Shotgun Willie
Shotgun Willie, Shotgun Willie
Shotgun Willie, Shotgun Willie
Now Shotgun Willie
Sits around in his underwear

Shotgun Willie, Shotgun Willie
Shotgun Willie, Shotgun Willie
Shotgun Willie, Shotgun Willie
Shotgun Willie in the house
Shotgun Willie