� If my baby's sold and I grow old And time passes by Then I'm lost by the sword And you're far from howling in my eyes You walk by the clever times You have been old and styled But I've been more styled and old and vile As I never saw you crawl like this before And I'll pass any day, take my old, old Never been by the severed wall A knick-knack, roly-woly A knick-knack, roly-woly Rye and woad, rye, woad, it's time You pass this one by Roll out the door and down the stairs And you pat, pat across my heart and soul Oh, word of my name, I cry as I pick my bit You bring yourself together, rise and roll You pass this one by And you close the door You bit, bit Billy Wayne, my soul And bit, bit Billy Wayne's eyes And bit, bit Billy Wayne's eyes And bit, bit Billy Wayne's eyes And bit, bit Billy Wayne's eyes And bit, bit Billy Wayne's eyes And bit, bit Billy Wayne's eyes And bit, bit Billy Wayne's eyes