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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pogues
The Pogues
Performer
Shane MacGowan
Shane MacGowan
Vocals
James Fearnley
James Fearnley
Accordion
Jem Finer
Jem Finer
Banjo
Cait O'Riordan
Cait O'Riordan
Bass Guitar
Andrew Ranken
Andrew Ranken
Drums
Henry Benagh
Henry Benagh
Fiddle
Dick Cuthell
Dick Cuthell
French Horn
Philip Chevron
Philip Chevron
Guitar
Spider Stacy
Spider Stacy
Tin Whistle
Tommy Keane
Tommy Keane
Uilleann Pipes
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shane MacGowan
Shane MacGowan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Robbins
Nick Robbins
Engineer
Paul Scully
Paul Scully
Engineer
Elvis Costello
Elvis Costello
Producer

Songteksten

Billy ran around with the rare old crew And he knew an Arsenal from Tottenham blue We'd be a darn sight better off if we knew Where Billy's bones are resting now Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee And he took him down from six foot to five foot three Then he hit him fair and square in the do re mi That copper won't be having any family Hey Billy, son, where are you now? Don't you know that we need you now? With a ra ta ta and the old kowtow Where are Billy's bones resting now? Billy went away with the peacekeeping force 'Cause he liked a bloody good fight of course Went away in a big khaki van To the banks of the willy Jordan Billy saw the Arabs and he had 'em on the run When he got 'em in the range of his submachine gun Then he had the Israelis in his sights Went a ra ta ta and they ran like Shiites Hey Billy, son, where are you now? Don't you know that we need you now? With a ra ta ta and the old kowtow Where are Billy's bones resting now? Hey Billy, son, where are you now? Don't you know that we need you now? With a ra ta ta and the old kowtow Where are Billy's bones resting now? One night Billy had a rare old time Laughing and singing on the Lebanon line Came back to camp not looking too pretty Never even got to see the Holy City Now Billy's out there in the desert sun And his mother cries when the morning comes And there's mothers crying all over this world For their poor dead darling boys and girls Hey Billy, son, where are you now? Don't you know that we need you now? With a ra ta ta and the old kowtow Where are Billy's bones resting now? With a ra ta ta and the old kowtow (have a Billy holiday, born on a Monday) Where are Billy's bones resting now? Married on a Tuesday, drunk on a Wednesday Got plugged on a Thursday, sick on a Friday Died on a Saturday, buried on a Sunday
Writer(s): Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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