(Shane MacGowan)
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
Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee

And he took him down from six foot to five foot three
Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-mi
That copper won't be having any family


Hey Billy son where are you now
Don't you know that we need you now

With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow
Where are Billy's bones resting now


Billy went away with the peace-keeping force
'Cause he liked a bloody good fight of course
Went away in an old khaki van to the banks of the river

Jordan
Billy saw the Arabs and he had 'em on the run
When he got 'em in the range of his sub-machine gun

Then he had the Israelis in his sights, went a ra-ta-ta
And they ran like Shiites


One night Billy had a rare old time,
Laughing and singing on the Lebanon line
Came back to camp not looking too pretty

Never even got to see the Holy City
Now Billy's out there in the desert sun
And his mother cries when the morning comes

And there's mothers crying all over this world
For their poor dead darling boys and girls


Have a Billy holiday
Born on a Monday
Married on a Tuesday

Drunk on a Wednesday
Got plugged on a Thursday
Sick on a Friday

Died on a Saturday
Buried on a Sunday