Coral, The – Bill McCai

Family taught him right from wrong,

Local tales and children’s songs,

Sunday school was his shelter,

With his friends Joe and Walter,

Now those days so far away,

An empty swing where he once played,

Now he’s got so fat and bald,

He never thought that he’d grow old.

Everyday when he gets the train

Looks out the window and he thinks in vain

If I could only be that boy again

He’s got a sales job and 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

Everyday when he gets the train

looks out the window and he thinks in vain

If I could only be that boy again

(Take it away Bill)

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

Family gathered round for tea

Eyes fixed on the new telly

A news flash came and 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