Letras: Greg Brown. Wild Like A Sonny Boy.

He's wild like a Sonny Boy, That one eye looks at you
He wild like a Sonny Boy, Other's on Voodoo

He's wild like a bad dog, Gotta howl once more
He'll dog it all night, and then scratch scratch at your door

He blows in when he wants something, Then he's gone without a trace
You get some Jim Beam in him, watch out, he'll hit you in the face

Rigor mortis, Pandemonium, it depends upon the night
'cause he's wild like a Sonny Boy, hmmm yeah well not quite

I heard he holed up somewhere, then I seen him downtown
I'm usually glad to see him, if I see him around,
'cause he's wild like a Sonny Boy