Billy wakes up to the roaring fan
The clinking bottles like a marching band
Like wild buffaloes, the shivers run
Won’t they be running when the Monday comes
Rolling thunder in the midday sun
His heart is beating like a kettle drum
Billy stumbles like a burning man
Up to the corner with his hat in hand
His typewriter and his wedding band
It’s not the sabbath Uncle Billy planned
He’s in the game again and feeling fine
He calls his buddy over one more time
The one sure thing that Billy ever found
He sets ’em up and Billy knocks ’em down
Oh Billy sure can knock ’em down, down, down
Oh, Billy sure can knock ’em down
Every night they hear him sing and shout
But every morning turns him inside out
His brow is dripping, his mouth is dry
They hear him whimper and they hear him cry
His only mercy, his one true love
And any fool knows what he’s thinking of
He’s in the game again and feeling fine
He calls his buddy over one more time
The one sure thing that Billy ever found
He sets ’em up and Billy knocks ’em down
Oh Billy sure can knock ’em down, down, down
Oh, Billy sure can knock ’em down
Every Sunday you can see him there
His every drink is like a dying prayer
But every Monday, alive again
And backsliding every nine a.m.
Well I never listen, but – I’ve heard it said
Poor Uncle Billy, he’d be better off dead
But he’s in the game again and feeling fine
He calls his buddy over one more time
The one sure thing that Billy ever found
He sets ’em up and Billy knocks ’em down
Oh Billy sure can knock ’em down, down, down
Oh, Billy sure can knock ’em down
Billy sure can knock ’em down!