Billy

Who will grip you now, make you drink more drink, get rid of any doubts, your eyes wide as balloons, they bounce on the brink, make Sunday night come soon, the beat of saxophone low, sunlight on the links, man the way he blows, like a Yankee schooner, with an armful of trinkets, who hasn't been lonely, your friends make a show, what are they thinking, is laughter nearly over, perhaps your new tunes, may find a chink, the voice still a wonder, whatever you may think.