Музыкана peoples.ru

 Divine Comedy Divine Comedyбрит-поп группа

Come Home Billy Bird

William wakes with his clothes on

The morning call has been and gone

And he might not make the flight but he will try. (yeah)

Bit by bit it comes back to him

A bunch of Belgian businessmen

And a strange drinking game - why oh why?



Come home Billy Bird, International Business Traveller

Come home Billy Bird, Billy Bird.



He hails a cab but the driver sucks;

He drives real slowly and he talks so much

That it hurts Billy Bird's aching brain.

He runs from the cab to the check-in desk

She says 'no way' but William begs

On his knees 'please please please' , 'well okay.'



Come home Billy Bird, International Business Traveller

Come home Billy Bird.



Drenched in sweat he finds his seat

And with the luggage squeezed down beneath his feet

He begins to think that things can't get no worse.

And then a voice says 'bags that can't be stowed

In the overhead lockers must go below

In the hold - please let go. Thank you, Sir.'



Come home Billy Bird, [Come home William] International Business Traveller

Come home Billy Bird,

Come home William,

Come home, William.



He runs on past the carousel

Screaming 'damn my luggage all to Hell

I can buy a new shirt and tie anyday!'

He rides from the airport into town

To the highschool football ground

Where his son has just begun the big football game.

'Come on Billy Junior!'



Come home Billy Bird, International Business Traveller

Come home Billy Bird, International Business Traveller

Come home, come home, come home to where you once belonged.

Come home Billy Bird, Billy Bird, Billy Bird, Billy

Bird, Billy Bird.

Ooh

Divine Comedy

Come Home Billy Bird / Divine Comedy

Добавьте свою новость

Здесь