The Decemberists

Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets



Staring over at the neighbor's, knickers down.



He's got his knickers down.







So the summer is eternity for you?



Sleeping in until your father's shaking you down



He's shaking you down.







And the mailroom shift gets a real short shrift



As you dole out the packages, no-one seems to want you around



All skulking around.







Let you legs loss on the lino



'Til your sinews spoil



Will you stay here for a while, dear,



'Til the radio plays something familiar?



Plays smoething familiar.







All a-drifting, he's a nogood boyo



Sent a-fishing for a whalebone corset frame



(His only catch all day)







So he sits and lets the current take him



A gentle breeze will leave his pants in disarray



And at his ankles laid.







As he drifts to sleep with a moan and a weep



He is decked by a Japanese geisha with a garland of pearls



How she twists and twirls!







Let you legs loss on the lino



'Til your sinews spoil



Will you stay here for a while, dear,



'Til the radio plays something familiar?



Plays smoething familiar.