Bill McCai



His family taught him right from wrong

With local tales and children's songs

Sunday school was his shelter

With his friends Joe and Walter

Now those days seem far away

An empty swing where he once played

Now Bill's grown so fat and bold

He never thought that he'd grow old



And everyday when he gets the train

Looks out the window and thinks in vain

If I could only be that boy again



His sales job it gets him down

Same old faces, same old sounds

Heart attacks, orthopaedic backs

Documents and labelled racks



His wife can't stand the sight of him

With his routine glass of gin

She makes his lunch of processed ham

And waits in for the meter man



And everyday when he gets the train

Looks out the window and thinks in vain

If I could only be that boy again



If he could be that boy again



Another day, another gin

His kids don't even notice him

Something different about his face

His happy smile seems out of place



His family gathered round for tea

Eyes fixed on their new telly

A news flash came, then it said

Bill McCai was just found dead



No more windows, no more trains

Hung himself out in the rain

Now he'll never be that boy again



And we say...

Bye bye Bill McCai

Bye bye Bill McCai

Bye bye Bill McCai










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