Who’s an ageless man with never a worry
He’s a joke, he’s a joke
A glide in the stride and money for the ferry
He’s a joke, he’s a joke
And we’d always meet his back with a slap
That’s the same back that never heard the laughs
Oh, Billy, we drink to your song
But who’ll pay the bill now that you’re gone?
With a wink to the young and a word to the old
He’s a joke, he’s a joke
If it wasn’t for his daddy, he’d never been buried
He’s a joke, he’s a joke
And we’d always meet his back with a slap
That’s the same back that never heard the laughs
Oh, Billy, we drink to your song
But who’ll pay the bill now that you’re gone?
We raised a glass to your illness
And fell silent on the love that you gave
So many now drink to your honor
They’re the same folks who piss on your grave
He’s finally at rest from a hole in the chest
Now he’s gone, he is gone
A toast to the man both caring and careless
Now he’s gone, he is gone
And we’d always meet his back with a slap
That’s the same back that never heard the laughs
Oh, Billy, we drink to your song
But who’ll pay the bill now that you’re gone?
