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