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Текст песни Billy

Yeah, Yeah

Well Billy was the football captain, apple of mum's eye
With the finest education a second mortgage could buy
But Billy dreamed of outlaw legends in the wild wild west
Where you could win a Brownlow and fail a drug test
His mother saw what that could mean and so she sat him down
And made her Billy promise:

Billy don't go chasing thrills. Bill, stay home with your mum, son.
Billy, Mama knows best. Bill, don't be like the rest, son.
Billy don't take your guns to town.

Still Billy still dreamed of football fame and all that it could bring
Not so much the running round - but the tarts and blow and bling
He'd gaze over to the west, see his name in lights
As he sat back at Hungry Jacks with his Coke and ice
He dreamed of meeting those kind of handymen who'd only fix a match
Or throw a gas stove off the side of a boat ... with someone attached
He'd have the cops in his pocket, a sawn-off in his boot
He'd know where Ronnie Biggs hid the loot
He'd even know the guys in ROOT!
What would it be like to have real power - not just messin' round?
But in his head his mothers words:

Billy don't you be a star. Bill, Dont show them what you are, son.
Billy don't go chasing thrills. Bill, stay home with your mum, son.
Billy don't take your guns to town.

Word of Billy's awesome talent found its way out west
He "standing jumped" right off the graph, his "beep test" better than the rest
That November day they picked him, his sobbing mother prayed
But Bill just said "such is life" and just slipped on his shades
He signed his Faustian pact right there - and now he's going down
'Cos Bill forgot his mothers words:

Don't take your guns to town.

Billy, Way to pass the test. Bill, Don't be at your best, son.
Billy, It's the Captain and the Vice. Bill, In this Surface Paradise, son.

It's more than a game
Dont let them send you way out west
You'll wind up in a house of pain
Defibrillators on your chest

Don't take your guns to town.