Billy, if I went
Ahhha, ahhha
Billy, if I went
Ahhha, ahhha
Billy says he’s got a stiff rate in the nick of time

He washes off his robes in preparation to be crucified

Billy recounts all the time he spent on counting change

The changes that he never made will make him wish he stayed and prayed



Billy walks across the pond at half past eight he says

He walks into the yard and tells them everyone is nearing dead

Billy has a little nickname for his paradisе

He folds it up and sets it on the mantеlpiece to look real nice



Billy washes off his robes and he will say that

Everyone is in everyone’s out the afternoon is turning grim

Billy believes in a room that’s growing thin and thin

He’ll shut the door and think about the silly little state he’s in