Billy's Bones

Rainy Night In Soho

I've been loving you a long time. Down all the years, down all the days. And I've cried for all your troubles. Smiled at your funny little ways. . We watched our friends grow up together.

Broad Majestic Shannon

The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks. There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on your cheeks. You sang me a song as pure as the breeze. On a road leading up Glenaveigh.

Transmetropolitan

In the rosy parks of England we'll sit and have a drink. Of V P wine and cider 'till we can hardly think. And we'll go where spirits take us to Heaven or to Hell.

The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed. There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head. There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands.

The Old Main Drag

When I first came to London, I was only sixteen. With a fiver in my pocket and my ol' dancin' bag. I went down to the dilly to check out the scene. But I soon ended upon the old main drag.

The Broad Majestic Shannon

The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks. There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks. You sang me a song that was pure as the breeze. On a road leading up Glenaveigh.

Summer In Siam

When it's summer in Siam. And the moon is full of rainbows. When it's summer in Siam. Though we go through many changes. . When it's summer in Siam. Then all I really know is that I truly am.

Sea Shanty

Dear dirty London in the pouring rain. I wish to God I was back in the sea again. Though that belongs to the world of never will be. There was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea.

Sally Maclennane

Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born. He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn. He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn.

Rain Street

The church bell rings. An old drunk sings. A young girl hocks her wedding ring. Down on Rain Street. . Down the alley and the ice wagon flew. Picked up a stiff that was turning blue.

Lullaby Of London

As I walked down by the riverside. One evening in the spring. Heard a long gone song from days gone by. Blown in on the great north wind. . Though there is no lonesome corncrake's cry.

London Girl

The devil moon took me through the alley. Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale. To the mews running through the backstreets. Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep.

Fiesta

I am francisco vasquez garcia. I am welcome to almeria. We have sin gas and con leche. We have fiesta and feria. We have the song of the cochona. We have brandy and half corona.

Down In The Ground Where The Dead Men Go

Hello boys I've been away on a bit of a holiday. To the land where the rivers freely flow. And the cattle roam on the wild callagh. Walking home three parts pissed.

Dark Streets Of London

I like to walk in the summer breeze. Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees. And drink with my friends in the Hammersmith Broadway. Dear, dirty, delightful, old drunken old days.

Boys From The County Hell

On the first day of March it was raining. It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen. Drank ten pints of beer, cursed all the people there.

Boat Train

I met with Napper Tandy. And I shook him by the hand. He said, "Hold me up for Chrissake. For I can hardly stand". . The most disgraceful journey. On which I've ever been.

Billy's Bones

Billy ran around with the rare old crew. And he knew an Arsenal from Tottenham blue. We'd be a darn sight better of if we knew. Where Billy's bones are resting now.

A Rainy Night In Soho

I've been loving you a long time. Down all the years, down all the days. And I've cried for all your troubles. Smiled at your funny little ways. . We watched our friends grow up together.