Come Home Billy Bird

William wakes with his clothes on The morning call has been and gone And he might not make the flight But he will try, yeah Bit by bit, it comes back to him A bunch of Belgian businessmen And a strange drinking game Oh, God, why? Come home, Billy Bird International business traveler Come home, Billy Bird He hails a cab, but the driver sucks He drives so slowly, and he talks so much That it hurts Billy Bird's aching brain, yeah He runs from the cab to the check-in desk She says, "No way", but William begs on his knees "Please, please, please" "Well, okay" Come home, Billy Bird International business traveler Come home, Billy Bird Drenched in sweat he finds his seat And with the luggage squeezed down beneath his feet He begins to think that things can't get no worse (Can't get no worse) But then a voice says, "Bags that can't be stowed In the overhead lockers, must go below In the hold, please let go Thank you, sir" Come home, Billy Bird International business traveler Come home, Billy Bird Come home, William, come home He runs on past the carousel Screaming, "Damn my luggage all to hell I can buy a new shirt and tie any day" He rides from the airport into town To the high school football ground Where his son has just begun his big football game Come home, Billy Bird International business traveler Come home, Billy Bird Come home, Billy Bird (come home, William) International business traveler (come home, William) Come home, Billy Bird (come home) Come home, Billy Bird (come home, William) International business traveler Come home, Billy Bird (come home, come home) Come home, Billy Bird (come home to where you once belonged) International business traveler (come home) Come home, Billy Bird (come home) Come home, Billy Bird International business traveler