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O Billy were a villain o' high degree Wi a left eye made o' glass A wooden heel & a plate o' steel Mig welded tae his arse He'd carve a horn frae his Mammy's skull Tae sound his own salute And stick you with the rusty blade He kept tucked in his boot Dont talk about him, he's dead to me He's dead to me, he's dead to me Dont talk about him, he's dead to me An' sure it is nae wonder Dont talk about him, he's dead to me He's dead to me, he's dead to me Dont talk about him, he's dead to me An' buried six feet under Ella were a hoor o' the highest order Gave it away for nowt All whips & chains & shite for brains An' a cheeky bas'urt mouth She'd turn yer hide tae a rattlin drum Tae beat her own tattoo An' wipe you like a lump o' shite That stuck to her pretty shoe Dont talk about her she's dead to me. Aus Songtexte Mania