Lyrics:
Bill you were a friend of mine, a gentleman indeed,
On your two wheeled steed, did you ever cry.
Did you laugh at our pettyness, with your pump and tire tight,
You left us with a bump in the night...
Bill was hard to understand, a language of his own,
A man so much alone, no family
But he was on to something, his joy was plain to see.
I wish he could have passed it on to me...
Bill had no funeral, he's just a ghost today...
His pump was his tomb stone- they threw his buckeled bicycle away...
The little town closed ranks, the contsable was wise,
The driver drowns his sorrow when he turns out the light
he still hears the bump in the night.
Drink another brandy boys, and pour another beer,
After all he was a simpleton, was he really here?
Let him in the limestone with his little bag of gear,,,
Keep his pump that's ok, just throw his buckled bicycle away...
A vivid boyhood memory, I can't forget the day...
This will be his epitwa they threw his buckled bicycle away...
They threw his buckled bicycle away...
I love this song...very sad!!
Deekonmix23 1 year ago
Go BiLL !!!!! Poor Bugga =(
becklesworth 1 year ago
i love your words and this is one of my favorites and I drop a tear for Bill every time I hear it
elle4tanka 1 year ago
One of my favorites from John-O. Beautiful.
chappyclark 2 years ago