James - Billy's Shirts lyrics

Shirt's on fire, church on fire
Billy's dream boat stills as
The house alights
Sailors come from miles for a
Drink and a fight
But the harbour thrills pull
Back from the light
To the belly of a boat in a hammer try tight

Holler pleasures of the night
Seaman's delight holler
Pleasures of the night what a sight
Oh no, the organ plays by it'self
It doesn't need the grinder's
Help and the monkey
And the monkey stow away to sea
Back to his wife and a nest in the trees

Billy's brother plays bass in
A band called man
He fancies himself as a travelling ham
Strutting and fretting them into fame
In a torn t-shirt he'll carve his name

Holler
Looking for adventure and some mystery
He doesn't need the grinder and
He doesn't want me

Stripped off his suit
So let the poor beast be
Oh, let the poor beast be

The man said, "ho ho wee
This is too hot for me!"
Billy's shirt's on fire in the night
He said, "ho wee this is too hot to see"
Billy's shirt's on fire in the night