When trouble's in land
I always have a plan
Listen to my love
Yeah he's my thriller, he's my favorite Rockabiller
When trouble's in sight
I hear his voice from far
It comes from the woods
The voice of my thriller of my favorite Rockabiller
When boredom strikes again
I follow my secret plan
I smoke a ciggarette
And dance with my favorite lover, there's no need for any other
And he tells me what to do
So there's no need for me to talk to you
And he tells me that he cares
So there's no need for me to feeling blue
Now trouble's inside
I wait patiently
For his voice to arrive
And tell me how to stay safe and where to hide
I sit quietly
When the wind brings a choir
He sends it to me
Because he likes to see me happy and free
And he tells me what to do
So there's no need for me to talk to you
He tells me that he cares
So there's no need for me to feeling blue
And he tells me what to do
So there's no need for me to talk to you
And he tells me that he cares
So there's no need for me to feeling blue
