Every night
while I'm undressin',
sayin' my
prayers and lightly confessin',
I can hear
hot licks
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, believe
it or not, every night on the dot
I can hear a
tenor drum say:
Billy-a-dick,
Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
When's that
character comin' back?
When's that
kid in the G.I. lid
gonna
choo-choo down the track?
Poor ol' me,
I'm beat as can be,
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,
Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
When's that
character comin' back?
When's that
boy with the jumpin' joy
gonna launch
that last attack?
If he'll roll,
roll, roll like a drumstick;
Chewin',
chewin', 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,
Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
When's that
character comin' back?
When's that
boy with the jumpin' joy
gonna launch
that last attack?
If he'll
roll, roll, roll like a drumstick;
Chewin',
chewin', 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,
Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
Billy-a-dick,
Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
Billy-a-dick,
Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
When's that
character comin' back, Mom?