The Coral

Bill McCai

Family taught him right from wrong,
Local tales and children's songs,
Sunday school was his shelter,
With his friends Joe and Walter,
Now those days so far away,
An empty swing where he once played,
Now he's got so fat and bald,
He never thought that he'd grow old.

Everyday when he gets the train
Looks out the window and he thinks in vain
If I could only be that boy again

He's got a sales job and it gets him down
Same old faces, same old sounds
Heart attacks, orthopaedic backs
Documents and labelled racks

His wife can't stand the sight of him
With his routine glass of gin
She makes his lunch of processed ham
Waiting for the meter man

Everyday when he gets the train
looks out the window and he thinks in vain
If I could only be that boy again

(Take it away Bill)

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

Family gathered round for tea
Eyes fixed on the new telly
A news flash came and 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