Billy-A-Dick - Bette Midler

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?