Swinging Bill

Ole Swinging Bill was a hell of a man, He struts around with a smoke in his hand, Women are his hobby, big, little and small, He can't have just one, He wants them all, Ladies on his left and ladies on his right, He divides them up two to a night, One on Broad Street , another on Main, Put a bag on their head, They're all the same, Ole Bill woke up one Sunday morning, Tossing and turning and really a groanin', With a year old hangover bedding him down, He looked for some women, Not one could be found, He thought he was alone and he started to scream, So he went back to sleep and then had a dream, He dreamed there were women all around his bed, Looked over his shoulder and one of them said, "Ole Swinging Bill was a hell of a man", he struted around with a smoke in his hand, Women in his heart and women in his head, He swung a little too hard and now he is dead.