Billy's Birthday

I live in a small place, no pacing the hall
Radio and radiator I unplug the phone
Old friends sometimes call me
I write their numbers down
They aren't surprised when I don't
Call when I'm in town
I guess I spend too, much time inside
Nobody's eyes on me, I only watch one soap opera
Well, they can't catch me
Buses are crowded in the middle of the day
I'd rather go alone to a matinee
But it's
Billy's birthday, tomorrow night
Billy's birthday, Billy's birthday, tomorrow night

It would not be right to miss it
It would not be right to miss it
It would not be right to miss it

It would not be right
Everybody will be there
Buses are crowded in the middle of the day
I'd rather go alone to a matinee
But it's
Billy's birthday, tomorrow night
Billy's birthday, Billy's birthday, tomorrow night



Credits
Writer(s): Debora Iyall, Peter Woods, Frank Zincavage
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