Wild Like A Sonny Boy - Greg Brown

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