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

This is the ballad of Billy Jane Jones