At a quarter to six, already ready to leave
His taxi waits for him downstairs, the traffic and the city
He's been here for years
Trying to round out an easier way
What he wants is to sing

Half a poet, the man has written some songs
And from a player, the Beatles are his passion
And he dreams of stages
While the light changes for him
From red to green
There's not much time to dream

Louis (Louis)
His stage name is Louis (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 as much as he can
Long hair down to his shoulders
That's not in style anymore, but Louis
Doesn't care, what he wants is to sing

Oh wow oh wow oh wow

Louis (Louis)
His stage name is Louis (Louis)
People shout when they see him
Louis (Louis)
Louis is all romantic (is Louis)
Fighting with the traffic

And he dreams of stages
While the light changes for him
From red to green
There's not much time to dream

One day Louis woke up with a worry
And looking in the mirror, he's not the same anymore
Time flies by
Also for poor Louis
Who still hasn't lost the desire to sing to us

Oh wow oh wow oh wow

Louis (Louis)
His stage name is Louis (Louis)
People shout when they see him
Louis (Louis)
Louis is all romantic (Louis)
Fighting with the traffic, Louis
Louis
Louis
Louis

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