Billy

Billy, if I went Ahh, ahh Billy, if I went Ahh, ahh 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 paradise He folds it up And sets it on the mantelpiece 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