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