Billy-A-Dick

(álbum: For The Boys - 1991)

Every night while I'm undressing,
saying my prayers and lightly confessing,
I can hear hot licks
from a set of drums upstairs.

Well, it couldn't be Johnny 'cause he isn't there;
Johnny's overseas. We no not where.
But, believe it or not, every night on the dot
I can hear a tenor drum say:

Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
When's that character coming back?
When's that kid in the G.I. lid
gonna choo-choo down the track?

Poor ol' me, I'm beat as can be,
and my rim has even started to rust.
Look at these sticks trying to take out the licks,
they're covered with an inch of dust, beep-a-dust.

Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
When's that character coming back?
When's that boy with the jumping joy
gonna launch that last attack?

If he'll roll, roll, roll like a drumstick;
Chewing, chewing, chewing on a gumstick.
Jack, we'll soon have a Japenese derby
and beat it like a cymbal on a music rack.

Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
When's that character coming back?
When's that boy with the jumping joy
gonna launch that last attack?

If he'll roll, roll, roll like a drumstick;
Chewing, chewing, chewing on a gumstick.
Jack, we'll soon have a Japenese derby
and beat it like a cymbal on a music rack.

Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
When's that character coming back, Mom?