every night while i'm undressin'
sayin' my prayers and lightly confessin'
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
i can hear a tenor drum say: billy-a-dick
tack. when's that character comin' back?
when's that kid in the g.i. lid
gonna choo-choo down the track?
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
tack. when's that character comin' back?
when's that boy with the jumpin' joy
gonna launch that last attack?
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
tack. when's that character comin' back?
when's that boy with the jumpin' joy
gonna launch that last attack?
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
tack. when's that character comin' back