Billy the Mountain The Mothers of Invention

Billy the mountain, Billy the mountain
A regular, picturesque, postcardy mountain
Residing between lovely Rosamond and Gorman
With his stunning wife Ethel, a tree!
A tree!

Billy was a mountain
Ethel was a tree growing off of his shoulder
Billy was a mountain (Billy was a mountain)
Ethel was a tree growing off of his shoulder
(Ethel was a tree growing off of his shoulder he-he-hey)

Billy had two big caves for eyes
With a cliff for a jaw that would go up 'n down
And whenever it did, he'd puff out some dust
And hack up a boulder (hack!)
Hack up a boulder (hack! hack!)
Hack up a boulder (hack! hack! hack!)
Hack up a boulder

Now, one day, now I believe it was on a Tuesday
A man in a checkered, double knit suit
Drove up in large Eldorado Cadillac leased from Bob Spreen
(Where the freeways meet in Downey)
And he laid a huge, bulging envelope
Right at the corner of Billy the Mountain
That was right where his 'foot' was supposed to be
Now, Billy the Mountain, he couldn't believe it!
All those postcards he'd posed for, for all of those years
And finally, now, at last, his royalties!
Royalties! (Royalties!)
Royalty check is in, honey!