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Billy ran around with the rare old crew |
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And he knew an Arsenal from Tottenham blue |
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We'd be a darn sight better of if we knew |
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Where Billy's bones are resting now |
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Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee |
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And he took him down from six foot to five foot three |
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Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-mi |
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That copper won't be having any family |
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Hey Billy son where are you now |
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Don't you know that we need you now |
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With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow |
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Where are Billy's bones resting now |
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Billy went away with the peace-keeping force |
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'Cause he liked a bloody good fight of course |
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Went away in an old khaki van to the banks of the river Jordan |
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Billy saw the Arabs and he had 'em on the run |
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When he got 'em in the range of his sub-machine gun |
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Then he had the Israelis in his sights, went a ra-ta-ta |
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And they ran like Shiites |
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Hey Billy son where are you now |
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Don't you know that we need you now |
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With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow |
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Where are Billy's bones resting now |
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One night Billy had a rare old time, |
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Laughing and singing on the Lebanon line |
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Came back to camp not looking too pretty |
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Never even got to see the Holy City |
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Now Billy's out there in the desert sun |
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And his mother cries when the morning comes |
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And there's mothers crying all over this world |
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For their poor dead darling boys and girls |
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Hey Billy son where are you now |
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Don't you know that we need you now |
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With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow |
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Where are Billy's bones resting now |
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Have a Billy holiday |
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Born on a Monday |
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Married on a Tuesday |
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Drunk on a Wednesday |
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Got plugged on a Thursday |
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Sick on a Friday |
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Died on a Saturday |
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Buried on a Sunday |
