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?
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Billy-A-Dick
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| Bette Midler |
