| Song | Bill McCai |
| Artist | The Coral |
| Album | Singles Collection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Skelly | |
| His family taught him right from wrong | |
| With local tales and children's songs | |
| Sunday school was his shelter | |
| With his friends Joe and Walter | |
| Now those days seem far away | |
| An empty swing where he once played | |
| Now Bill's grown so fat and bald | |
| He never thought that he'd grow old | |
| And everyday when he gets the train | |
| Looks out the window and thinks in vain | |
| If I could only be that boy again | |
| His sales job it gets him down | |
| Same old faces same old sounds | |
| Heart attacks, orthopaedic backs | |
| Documents in labelled racks | |
| His wife can't stand the sight of him | |
| With his routine glass of gin | |
| She makes his lunch of processed ham | |
| And waits in for the meter man | |
| And everyday when he gets the train | |
| Looks out the window and thinks in vain | |
| If I could only be that boy again | |
| Another day another gin | |
| His kids don't even notice him | |
| Something different about his face | |
| His happy smile seems out of place | |
| His family gathered round for tea | |
| Eyes fixed on their new telly | |
| Newsflash came, then it said | |
| Bill McCai was just found dead | |
| No more windows, no more trains | |
| Hung himself out in the rain | |
| Now he'll never be that boy again | |
| And we say bye-bye Bill McCai |
| zuo qu : Skelly | |
| His family taught him right from wrong | |
| With local tales and children' s songs | |
| Sunday school was his shelter | |
| With his friends Joe and Walter | |
| Now those days seem far away | |
| An empty swing where he once played | |
| Now Bill' s grown so fat and bald | |
| He never thought that he' d grow old | |
| And everyday when he gets the train | |
| Looks out the window and thinks in vain | |
| If I could only be that boy again | |
| His sales job it gets him down | |
| Same old faces same old sounds | |
| Heart attacks, orthopaedic backs | |
| Documents in labelled racks | |
| His wife can' t stand the sight of him | |
| With his routine glass of gin | |
| She makes his lunch of processed ham | |
| And waits in for the meter man | |
| And everyday when he gets the train | |
| Looks out the window and thinks in vain | |
| If I could only be that boy again | |
| Another day another gin | |
| His kids don' t even notice him | |
| Something different about his face | |
| His happy smile seems out of place | |
| His family gathered round for tea | |
| Eyes fixed on their new telly | |
| Newsflash came, then it said | |
| Bill McCai was just found dead | |
| No more windows, no more trains | |
| Hung himself out in the rain | |
| Now he' ll never be that boy again | |
| And we say byebye Bill McCai |
| zuò qǔ : Skelly | |
| His family taught him right from wrong | |
| With local tales and children' s songs | |
| Sunday school was his shelter | |
| With his friends Joe and Walter | |
| Now those days seem far away | |
| An empty swing where he once played | |
| Now Bill' s grown so fat and bald | |
| He never thought that he' d grow old | |
| And everyday when he gets the train | |
| Looks out the window and thinks in vain | |
| If I could only be that boy again | |
| His sales job it gets him down | |
| Same old faces same old sounds | |
| Heart attacks, orthopaedic backs | |
| Documents in labelled racks | |
| His wife can' t stand the sight of him | |
| With his routine glass of gin | |
| She makes his lunch of processed ham | |
| And waits in for the meter man | |
| And everyday when he gets the train | |
| Looks out the window and thinks in vain | |
| If I could only be that boy again | |
| Another day another gin | |
| His kids don' t even notice him | |
| Something different about his face | |
| His happy smile seems out of place | |
| His family gathered round for tea | |
| Eyes fixed on their new telly | |
| Newsflash came, then it said | |
| Bill McCai was just found dead | |
| No more windows, no more trains | |
| Hung himself out in the rain | |
| Now he' ll never be that boy again | |
| And we say byebye Bill McCai |