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Author: shoshodem
Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry/General - Published: 06-21-07 - Updated: 06-21-07 - Complete - id:2379846

Billy majors, the whole town is watching you play

Its time to celebrate!

Were going to have a parade!

Billy majors turn around

Were going to have a night on the town

Play your drums all night long

Play us one of your sensational songs

Billy majors yeah!

Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, whoa

Play it loud and play it proud

Hit that drum and make some sounds

Show the world you’re not afraid

Prove to the world

You were amateur yesterday

All your money has been spent

You know you needed that money for the rent

Don’t worry and don’t regret

You’ll earn some money or it will be heaven-sent

Billy majors play your drum

Play that thing all night long

Until your fingers are num

Billy majors look at the world

Billy majors, you’ll find that one special girl

Don’t get in a hurry or you’ll forget

She might not be the one

And soon enough

She’ll set you up and fold you like a tent

Billy majors I can’t remember

When I heard such a rhythm

Billy majors you are the best

My son

Better then the whole damn rest

Drumming along (oh drum, drum along)

So far you have hit the right notes

You haven’t wrong

Oh, I know!

Billy majors say good night (good night, good night, oh whoa)

Billy majors look towards the light (look towards that light) (Alright!)

Play real hard

With all your might!

Sooner or later son

You’ll know I was right

Billy majors play your drum

Play that damn thing all night long

Play until your fingers are num!



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