Bill McCai

His family taught him right from wrong
 With local tales and children's songs
 Sunday school was his shelter
 With his friends Joe and Walter
 Now those days seem far away
 An empty swing where he once played
 Now Bill's grown so fat and bald
 He never thought that he'd grow old
 And every day when he gets the train
 Looks out the window and thinks in vain
 If I could only be that boy again
 Sales job, it gets him down
 Same old faces, same old sounds
 Heart attacks, orthopaedic backs
 Documents in 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
 And every day when he gets the train
 Looks out the window and thinks in vain
 If I could only be that boy again
 Take it away Bill
 If 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
 His family gathered 'round for tea
 Eyes fixed on their new telly
 A newsflash came, 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