Billy Jones The Waifs

We grew up together in an urban town
Just me and Bill Jones always hanging around
A mumma's little boy he was an only child
His clothes were always neat and his hair carefuly styled

Of all the games we'd play I could'nt understad why
I'd have to be the groom and let Billy be the bride
All those pretty dresses he would love to wear
I'd wear a floppy hat and he'd put flowers in his hair

He'd even wear my underwear

A few year later we drifted apart
My family moved south to make a new start
I missed Billy, mum said that was wrong
Dad said 'that boy just don't know where he belongs'
Where does he belong?

A few years later i was working in a bar
It was all smokey and dark, There was a bluesman playing guitar
When in walked a woman wearing emerald green
With a voluptuous figure, She was beautiful and lean
She was looking pretty mean

A full martini shaken not stirred
It was only until about after her third
I started looking closely, Man i should of knowen
It was my old friend, You guessed it, Billy Jones
Oh my god Billy Jones! Oh shit Billy Jones!