Texty: Pogues, The. Billy's Bones.

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Billy ran around with the rare old crew

And he knew an Arsenal from Tottenham blue

We'd be a darn sight better of if we knew

Where Billy's bones are resting now

Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee

And he took him down from six foot to five foot three

Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-mi

That copper won't be having any family



Hey Billy son where are you now

Don't you know that we need you now

With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow

Where are Billy's bones resting now



Billy went away with the peace-keeping force

'Cause he liked a bloody good fight of course

Went away in an old khaki van to the banks of the river Jordan

Billy saw the Arabs and he had 'em on the run

When he got 'em in the range of his sub-machine gun

Then he had the Israelis in his sights, went a ra-ta-ta

And they ran like Shiites



Hey Billy son where are you now

Don't you know that we need you now

With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow

Where are Billy's bones resting now



One night Billy had a rare old time,

Laughing and singing on the Lebanon line

Came back to camp not looking too pretty

Never even got to see the Holy City

Now Billy's out there in the desert sun

And his mother cries when the morning comes

And there's mothers crying all over this world

For their poor dead darling boys and girls



Hey Billy son where are you now

Don't you know that we need you now

With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow

Where are Billy's bones resting now



Have a Billy holiday

Born on a Monday

Married on a Tuesday

Drunk on a Wednesday

Got plugged on a Thursday

Sick on a Friday

Died on a Saturday

Buried on a Sunday