Из альбома: For The Boys
Every night while I'm undressin',
sayin' my prayers and lightly confessin',
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 comin' back?
When's that kid in the GI 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 tryin' 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 comin' back?
When's that boy with the jumpin' joy
gonna launch that last attack?
If he'll roll, roll, roll like a drumstick;
Chewin', chewin', chewin' 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 comin' back?
When's that boy with the jumpin' joy
gonna launch that last attack?
If he'll roll, roll, roll like a drumstick;
Chewin', chewin', chewin' 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 comin' back, Mom?