Divine Comedy - Come Home Billy Bird Lyrics
William wakes with his clothes onThe morning call has been and goneAnd he might not make the flight but he will try. (yeah)Bit by bit it comes back to himA bunch of Belgian businessmenAnd a strange drinking game - why oh why?Come home Billy Bird, International Business TravellerCome home Billy Bird, Billy Bird.He hails a cab but the driver sucks;He drives real slowly and he talks so muchThat it hurts Billy Bird's aching brain.He runs from the cab to the check-in deskShe says 'no way' but William begsOn his knees 'please please please' , 'well okay.'Come home Billy Bird, International Business TravellerCome home Billy Bird.Drenched in sweat he finds his seatAnd with the luggage squeezed down beneath his feetHe begins to think that things can't get no worse.And then a voice says 'bags that can't be stowedIn the overhead lockers must go belowIn the hold - please let go. Thank you, Sir.'Come home Billy Bird, [Come home William] International Business TravellerCome home Billy Bird,Come home William,Come home, William.He runs on past the carouselScreaming 'damn my luggage all to HellI can buy a new shirt and tie anyday!'He rides from the airport into townTo the highschool football groundWhere his son has just begun the big football game.'Come on Billy Junior!'Come home Billy Bird, International Business TravellerCome home Billy Bird, International Business TravellerCome home, come home, come home to where you once belonged.Come home Billy Bird, Billy Bird, Billy Bird, BillyBird, Billy Bird.Ooh
