| Every night while I’m undressin'
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| Sayin' my prayers and lightly confessin'
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| I can hear hot licks
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| From a set of drums upstairs
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| Well, it couldn’t be Johnny 'cause he isn’t there;
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| Johnny’s overseas. |
| We no not where
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| But, believe it or not, every night on the dot
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| I can hear a tenor drum say:
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| Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack
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| When’s that character comin' back?
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| When’s that kid in the G.I. |
| lid
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| Gonna choo-choo down the track?
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| Poor ol' me, I’m beat as can be
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| And my rim has even started to rust
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| Look at these sticks tryin' to take out the licks
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| They’re covered with an inch of dust, beep-a-dust
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| Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack
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| When’s that character comin' back?
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| When’s that boy with the jumpin' joy
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| Gonna launch that last attack?
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| If he’ll roll, roll, roll like a drumstick;
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| Chewin', chewin', chewin' on a gumstick
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| Jack, we’ll soon have a Japenese derby
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| And beat it like a cymbal on a music rack
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| Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack
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| When’s that character comin' back?
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| When’s that boy with the jumpin' joy
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| Gonna launch that last attack?
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| If he’ll roll, roll, roll like a drumstick;
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| Chewin', chewin', chewin' on a gumstick
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| Jack, we’ll soon have a Japenese derby
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| And beat it like a cymbal on a music rack
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| Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack
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| Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack
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| Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack
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| When’s that character comin' back, Mom? |