| Billy ran around with the rare old crew
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| And he knew an Arsenal from Tottenham blue
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| We’d be a darn sight better off if we knew
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| Where Billy’s bones are resting now
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| Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee
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| And he took him down from six foot to five foot three
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| Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-mi
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| That copper won’t be having any family
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| Hey Billy son where are you now
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| Don’t you know that we need you now
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| With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow
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| Where are Billy’s bones resting now
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| Billy went away with the peace-keeping force
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| 'Cause he liked a bloody good fight of course
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| Went away in an old khaki van to the banks of the river Jordan
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| Billy saw the Arabs and he had 'em on the run
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| When he got 'em in the range of his sub-machine gun
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| Then he had the Israelis in his sights, went a ra-ta-ta
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| And they ran like shites
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| Hey Billy son where are you now
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| Don’t you know that we need you now
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| With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow
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| Where are Billy’s bones resting now
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| Hey Billy son where are you now
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| Don’t you know that we need you now
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| With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow
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| Where are Billy’s bones resting now
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| One night Billy had a rare old time
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| Laughing and singing on the Lebanon line
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| Came back to camp not looking too pretty
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| Never even got to see the Holy City
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| Now Billy’s out there in the desert sun
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| And his mother cries when the morning comes
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| And there’s mothers crying all over this world
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| For their poor dead darling boys and girls
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| Hey Billy son where are you now
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| Don’t you know that we need you now
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| With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow
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| Where are Billy’s bones resting now
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| Have a Billy holiday
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| Born on a Monday
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| Married on a Tuesday
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| Drunk on a Wednesday
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| Got plugged on a Thursday
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| Sick on a Friday
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| Died on a Saturday
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| Buried on a Sunday |