LYRIC FOR SALE

By Bernard Morris

(verse 1)
Staggering to the pub one day Billy was approached by
A big thug with tattoos on his arm
You’re drunk the big thug he said Billy said yes drunk am I
Big thug I beg please cause me no harm
Did you just call me a big thug the big thug said to
Billy and Billy he said I did
Well said the big thug in that case I’ll have to punch you
To that Billy he said I forbid

(chorus)
With his clinking bottles Billy Bottlebank tends to
Get into lots of daft situations
With the empty bottles Billy knows just what to do
When he’s met by scary confrontations

(verse 2)
You just called me a big thug the big thug said and he said
I can’t let you get away with that
Ok well I will have to defend myself Billy said
So began the unlikely combat
Out of his stuffed trench coat pocket Billy pulled out an
Empty bottle of beer and with it
Held ever so firmly in his clenched hand he began
With great force the big thug’s head to hit

(chorus)
With his clinking bottles Billy Bottlebank tends to
Get into lots of daft situations
With the empty bottles Billy knows just what to do
When he’s met by scary confrontations

(instrumental bridge)

(verse 3)
Cartoon lumps popped up on the big thug’s head one by one
Like a baby he cried and cried more
With tears in his eyes he ran off and then he was gone
Pain like that he had not felt before
Billy put the bottle back into his pocket and
To the pub for a pint of beer went
Sticking up to a big thug today he had not planned
But was glad away the thug he’d sent

(chorus)
With his clinking bottles Billy Bottlebank tends to
Get into lots of daft situations
With the empty bottles Billy knows just what to do
When he’s met by scary confrontations