Willie, Willie, Willie BrownOnce upon a time there lived a Willie BrownPlayin' a drum kit, yeah, he was downNow he's in the back of another man's soundWaitin' for his break so he can throw downPlayin' a gig for a local big bandThe leader's gettin' paid and he's in demandWillie's layin' low while he's kickin' up the flowAnd bangin' on a drum until it's time to goBig Beat Willie, that's what they call the manHis tempo is a stick, clicks and give the man a handBig boss arm workin' inside a clubSaid, here's your big break, a penthouse and some grubWillie's gettin' busy, it's his favorite thingFull speed ahead when it hits the swingHe gets pissed at the people who throw discsAnd Willie's gettin' hard to go somethin' like thisWillie, Willie, Willie, Willie BrownWillie, Willie, Willie, Willie BrownWillie, Willie, Willie, Willie BrownWillie, Willie, WillieAt the height of his career, with his groove about to chartLetter from the Prez, you're drafted, time to startHe really couldn't hang, but he knew he had to goSo he flew to Vietnam to join the freak showOnce in Vietnam, he started gettin' highSaw a brother get shot right before his very eyesWillie thought of drums, will I ever get home?Yo, Willie, it's for youYou heppin' us on the phoneGettin' back to Cali at first was pretty shittyYo, Beverly HillsMy man, go over cityGot another gig with the Concrete CrewWorldwide live drummer for the Ross Escape 2Pickin' up his charts, startin' to catch the grooveHooked up with Ms. January, oh that's the moveCoolin' in Cali and buggin' with the bunniesWillie's hittin' hard and he's makin' lots of moneyWillie, Willie, Willie, Willie BrownWillie, Willie, Willie, WillieGood God, Good God, Good GodLivin' large as possible in Beverly HillsMs. January got hooked up, hopped and pilledSo Willie let it go about his skis and waysHis good attitude, it did not fadeHe found another, a sister of a brotherShe made a good wife as well as a loverThey went to Las Vegas to tie the knotNine months later, little Willie did dropChris and Willie Brown, Junior after dear old daddyLittle Willie loved the six ducks on his caddyAs he picked up the sticks and started to rollJust like Big Daddy when he hit the strollHe's got his own band, now Junior's in demandGood thing his folks did understandNow pops can rest, he was the bestIt's time for little Willie to pass the testWillie, Willie, Willie, Willie BrownWillie, Willie, Willie, Willie BrownWillie, Willie, Willie, Willie BrownWillie, Willie, Willie, Willie BrownWillie, Willie Willie, Willie BrownWillie, Willie Willie WillieWillie, Willie Willie, Willie BrownWillie, Willie, Willie, BrownWillie, Willie, Willie, Willie