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William wakes with his clothes on
The morning call has been and gone And he might not make the flight But he will try, yeah Bit by bit, it comes back to him A bunch of Belgian businessmen And a strange drinking game Oh, God, why? Come home, Billy Bird International business traveler Come home, Billy Bird He hails a cab but the driver sucks He drives so slowly, and he talks so much That it hurts Billy Bird's aching brain, yeah He runs from the cab to the check-in desk She says "no way," but William begs On his knees, "please, please, please" "Well, okay" Come home, Billy Bird International business traveler Come home, Billy Bird Drenched in sweat he finds his seat And with the luggage squeezed down beneath his feet He begins to think that things can't get no worse (Can't get no worse) But then a voice says, "Bags that can't be stowed In the overhead lockers must go below In the hold, please let go, thank you, sir" Come home, Billy Bird International business traveler Come home, Billy Bird Come home, William, come home He runs on past the carousel Screaming, "Damn my luggage all to hell I can buy a new shirt and tie any day" He rides from the airport into town To the high school football ground Where his son has just begun his big football game Come home, Billy Bird International business traveler Come home, Billy Bird Come home, Billy Bird (Come home, William) International business traveler (Come home, William) Come home, Billy Bird (Come home) Come home, Billy Bird (Come home, William) International business traveler Come home, Billy Bird (Come home, come home) Come home, Billy Bird (Come home to where you once belonged) International business traveler (Come home) Come home, Billy Bird (Come home) Come home, Billy Bird International business traveler |
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Idaho, let me go.
I feel so very far from home Your folks are kind, If a little crazy - Not unlike my own sweet lady. Well the hotel's clean, not too noisy; The trouble is, it's in Boise, Idaho. Idaho, I suppose You look quite pretty all suede in snow. But just right now, I'd rather be Sitting on my sofa with a cup of tea, Watching premiership football, the proper kind- Something that y'all just can't find in Idaho.... Idaho. Idaho, I'm down so low. I wanna pack my things and go. Find a flight, make a connection It terrifies me but I'll make an exception Just to hold my child and say, "Shh, what's that noise?" She wants her daddy but he's in Boise, Idaho. Idaho. Idaho, this I know It's time ten times warmer in New Mexico But, may I say, It's plain that you are ten times cooler Than the state of Utah Well I miss my girl, hey, That's my choice, see? Without her, this whole world is Boise, Idaho. Idaho. |
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