Family taught him right from wrong

With 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 gone so fat and bald

He never thought that he'd grow old An' everyday when he gets the train

Looks out the window and he thinks in vain

If I could only be that boy again Sales job it gets him down

Same old faces, same old sounds

Heart attacks, orthopedic backs

Documents and labeled racks His wife can't stand the sight of him

With his routine glass of gin

She makes his lunch of processed ham

I'm waiting for the meter man An' 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 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