Billy Shakes in the cold ray dawn

Billy Shakes on the banging box car floor

Push him out or shut him up

Push him out or shut him up

Billy Shakes got that old death rattle

Billy Shakes

He's scaring all the cattle in the car next door

He's fussing like a whore

Someone get a roll of duct tape and I'll shut him up for good

Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are

That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm

How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides

Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you

From seasons such as these?

Billy Shakes

Don't give him no more thunder bird

Billy Shakes

I've had it up to here with him

Push him out or shut him up

Push him out or shut him up

Hell, I'll do it by myself

Billy Shakes

Oh God, he's pissed his pants

Last chance for poets boy

The book stops here

Last chance for poets boy

O King Lear

Billy Shakes

Billy Shakes

William Shakespeare gone for good

As flies to wanton boys are we to th' gods;

They kill us for their sport

Billy Shakes in the cold ray dawn

Billy Shakes on the banging box car door

Push him out or shut him up

Push him out or shut him up

Billy Shakes got that old death rattle

Billy Shakes

He's scaring all the cattle in the car next door

He's fussing like a whore

Someone get a roll of duct tape and I'll shut him up for good