Every night while I´m undressin´,
sayin´ my prayers and lightly confessin´,
I can hear hot licks
from a set of drums upstairs.

Well, it couldn´t be Johnny ´cause he isn´t there;
Johnny´s overseas. We no not where.
But, believe it or not, every night on the dot
I can hear a tenor drum say:

Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
When´s that character comin´ back?
When´s that kid in the G.I. lid
gonna choo-choo down the track?

Poor ol´ me, I´m beat as can be,
and my rim has even started to rust.
Look at these sticks tryin´ to take out the licks,
they´re covered with an inch of dust, beep-a-dust.

Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
When´s that character comin´ back?
When´s that boy with the jumpin´ joy
gonna launch that last attack?

If he´ll roll, roll, roll like a drumstick;
Chewin´, chewin´, chewin´ on a gumstick.
Jack, we´ll soon have a Japenese derby
and beat it like a cymbal on a music rack.

Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
When´s that character comin´ back?
When´s that boy with the jumpin´ joy
gonna launch that last attack?

If he´ll roll, roll, roll like a drumstick;
Chewin´, chewin´, chewin´ on a gumstick.
Jack, we´ll soon have a Japenese derby

and beat it like a cymbal on a music rack.

Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
Billy-a-dick, Billy-a-dick, tick, tack.
When´s that character comin´ back, Mom?