Bette Midler - Billy-a-dick

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?