Lyric

Illy!

Illy Willy was on Backward Row

Really rose-up on that Blackwood Road

I can’t know babe…

Do that old song babe…

I swear a couple bottles at the end of this street

What you gonna say to me when we meet? I can’t see that

And I’m wearing that black hat

So my hair is going black

And it’s falling to the ground

Like my shoes are going flat

Fever season in the works

And there’s no escaping that

Got another 12 months

She said it’s only been a week?

What backwards? Walk backwards…

Do that walk backwards

Walk backwards

Do they want backwards?

Walk backwards

I can’t be influenced tonight

I can’t feel influenced tonight

I can feel you enter tonight

I won’t beat this town

Before I get loose too tight

I can’t feel influenced tonight

I can’t be that on, maybe reverse it right?

I can feel you enter at night

I can’t beat this town

Better get loose too tight