Billy Jones

Well we grew up together in an urban town

Just me and Billy Jones always hanging around

He was a Mumma’s little boy, he was an only child

His clothes were always neat and his hair carefully styled

All the games we’d play I couldn’t understand why

I’d have to play the groom and let Billy be the bride

All those pretty dresses that he’s love to wear

I’d wear a floppy hat Billy he’d put flowers in his hair

He’d even wear my underwear and put flowers in his hair

A few years later you know we kinda drifted apart

My family moved south to make a new start

I missed Billy, Mum said that was wrong

Dad said ‘That boy just don’t know where he belongs’

Where does he belong?

A few years later I was working in a bar

It was smoky and dark, there was a blues man playing guitar

When in walked a woman wearing emerald green

With a voluptuous figure, she was beautiful and lean

She was looking pretty mean

A full martini shaken not stirred

It was only until about after her third

I started looking closely, man I should have known!

It was my old friend; you guessed it, Billy Jones

Oh my god Billy Jones! Oh shit Billy Jones!

Tears filled our eyes as we began to speak

He’d been living a lie, a life so discreet

It made me feel sad to hear him say

In a voice so sweet ‘Honey you can call me Jane’

As the night wore on we spoke of yesterday

And how Billy has always known that he was gay

I never knew how much a person could change

From little Billy Jones to lean, luscious Jane

Billy Jane Jones this comes from my heart

I hope your nights are filled with a thousand stars

But don’t waste your sweetness in the empty air

‘Cause you don’t know how cold and dark it is out there