Louis

At a quarter to six, already ready to go out
His taxi is waiting downstairs
The traffic and the city
He's been here for years
Trying to make ends meet
An easier way, what he wants is to sing
Somewhat of a poet, the gentleman
Has written some songs
And from the player, The Beatles are his passion
And he dreams of stages
While the light changes
From red to green, there's not
Much time to dream

Louis
His stage name is
Louis
People shout when they see him

On his back, a wife and a child to feed
But that doesn't stop Louis from dreaming
Long hair down to his shoulders
That's not in fashion anymore
But Louis doesn't care
He just wants to sing

Louis
His stage name is
Louis
People shout when they see him
Louis
He's quite the romantic
Louis
Struggling with the traffic

And he dreams of stages
While the light changes
From red to green, there's not
Much time to dream

One day Louis woke up with a concern
And looking in the mirror, he's not the same anymore
Time flies
Even for poor Louis
Who still has the desire to sing for us

Louis
His stage name is
Louis
People shout when they see him
Louis
He's quite the romantic
Louis
Struggling with the traffic

Louis
Louis
Louis