Billy ran around with the rare old crew. And he knew an Arsenal from Tottenham blue. We'd be a darn sight better of if we knew. Where Billy's bones are resting now. Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee. And he took him down from six foot to five foot three. Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-mi. That copper won't be having any family. Hey Billy son where are you now. Don't you know that we need you now. With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow. Where are Billy's bones resting now. Billy went away with the peace-keeping force. 'Cause he liked a bloody good fight of course. Went away in an old khaki van to the banks of the river Jordan. Billy saw the Arabs and he had 'em on the run. When he got 'em in the range of his sub-machine gun. Then he had the Israelis in his sights went a ra-ta-ta. And they ran like Shiites. Hey Billy son where are you now. Don't you know that we need you now. With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow. Where are Billy's bones resting now. One night Billy had a rare old time. Laughing and singing on the Lebanon line. Came back to camp not looking too pretty. Never even got to see the Holy City. Now Billy's out there in the desert sun. And his mother cries when the morning comes. And there's mothers crying all over this world. For their poor dead darling boys and girls. Hey Billy son where are you now. Don't you know that we need you now. With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow. Where are Billy's bones resting now. Have a Billy holiday. Born on a Monday. Married on a Tuesday. Drunk on a Wednesday. Got plugged on a Thursday. Sick on a Friday. Died on a Saturday. Buried on a Sunday.