Billys Shirts Songtext
von James

Shirt′s on fire
Shirt's on fire

Billy′s dreamboat still sets the house alight
Sailors come from miles for a drink and a fight
But the harbour thrills draw back from the light
To the belly of the boat in their hammered tripe tight

Holler, holler, holler, holler, holler, holler, holler
Holler, holler, holler, holler, holler, holler, holler
Pleasures of the night
Seaman's delight
Holler, holler, holler, holler, holler, holler, holler
Holler, holler, holler, holler, holler, holler, holler
Pleasures of the night
What a sight

Oh no, the organ plays by itself
It doesn't need the grinder′s help
And the monkey and the monkey stow away to sea
Back to his wife and a nest in the trees


Billy′s brother plays bass in a band called Man
He fancies himself as a travelling ham
Strutting and fretting the myth to fame
In a torn T-shirt, feel poor, feel lame

Holler, holler, holler, holler, holler, holler, holler
Holler, holler, holler, holler, holler, holler, holler
Pleasures of the night
What a sight

Oh no, the organ plays by itself
It doesn't need the grinder′s help
And the monkey and the monkey stow away to sea
Back to his wife and a nest in the trees
Looking for adventure and some mystery
He doesn't need the grinder and he doesn′t want me
Strip talk, it suits so well

Oh, let the poor beast be
Oh, let the poor beast be
Oh, oh

The man said, "Oh, wee, this is too hot for me"
Billy's shirt′s on fire in the night
He said, "Oh, wee, this is too hot to see"
Billy's shirt's on fire in the night