Lyrics:

Oh, well a'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 ya 'bout a dream he had

Oh, well he went to the hop house the other night
Wearin' his goulashes, boy, were shinin' bright
Ah, well'a called to the boy to bring him some hops
Started then a smokin' like he'd never stop

Oh, well after he had smoked about a dozen pills
He says, 'This ought'a kill all my aches and ills'
Oh, well'a he turned on his side and 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 the very first hand
Oh, well he played and he played 'til 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
Oh, well he played and he played 'til the bank went broke
Then he turned around and had another smoke

Oh, well'a then he thought he better be a'sailin' for home
Oh, well he chartered his ship and sailed away alone
Ah, well the ship hit a rock, he hit the floor
Oh'ho well the dope gave out and the dream was off

Oh, well'a that was the story about Willie the Weeper
Now, Willie the Weeper was a young pox eater
Someday a pill, too many, he'll take
And dreamin' that he's dead, he will forget to wake