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 G.I. 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?
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