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