Billy-a-dick Lyrics - Bette Midler

Every night while I'm undressin' 

Sayin' my prayers and lightly confessin' 

I can hear hot licks 

From a set of drums upstairs 

Well, it couldn't be Johnny 'cause he isn't there 

Johnny's overseas, we no not where 

But, believe it or not, every night on the dot 

I can hear a tenor drum say 

Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack 

When's that character comin' back? 

When's that kid in the G.I. lid 

Gonna choo-choo down the track? 

Poor ol' me, I'm beat as can be 

And my rim has even started to rust 

Look at these sticks tryin' to take out the licks 

They're covered with an inch of dust, beep-a-dust 

Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack 

When's that character comin' back? 

When's that boy with the jumpin' joy 

Gonna launch that last attack? 

If he'll roll, roll, roll like a drumstick 

Chewin', chewin', chewin' on a gumstick 

Jack, we'll soon have a Japanese derby 

And beat it like a cymbal on a music rack 

Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack 

When's that character comin' back? 

When's that boy with the jumpin' joy 

Gonna launch that last attack? 

If he'll roll, roll, roll like a drumstick 

Chewin', chewin', chewin' on a gumstick 

Jack, we'll soon have a Japanese derby 

And beat it like a cymbal on a music rack 

Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack 

Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack 

Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack 

When's that character comin' back, Mom?