Silly Billy Short

Billy Short was a schizoid boy.
At school he couldn’t share his joy.
Billy’s language was superior,
But socially he felt inferior.

Children teased him rather often.
This didn’t help his heart to soften.

Billy Short was a schizoid boy.
At school he couldn’t share his joy.
Silly Billy Short, Short,
Silly Billy Short,
He never learned to flirt
And he never learned to court.
Oh! Silly Billy Short, yeah,
Silly Billy Short,
He doesn't play good tennis
So he can't come on the court.

Sometimes a boy learns to shoot a gun.
And sometimes he learns the violin.

Sometimes a boy’s a real sharp shooter.
And sometimes a boy just couldn’t be cuter.

But a boy needs praise and satisfaction
Every day for a job well done,

And when a boy’s time isn’t well spent
He may grow up and shoot the President.
Silly Billy Short, Short,
Silly Billy Short,
He never learned to flirt
And he never learned to court.
Oh! Silly Billy Short, yeah,
Silly Billy Short,
He doesn't play good tennis
So he can't come on the court.

When your peer group sticks knives,
When all the men swap their wives,
Or when school children all are rowdy
And instead of “Good day!” they say “Howdy”
A young man may be disconcerted
And even become “introverted”.

Yes, easy talking is a skill,
But schizoid Billy keeps so still.
The children say Billy’s not cool
And they wouldn’t miss him
If he drowned in the pool.
Silly Billy Short, Short,
Silly Billy Short,
He never learned to flirt
And he never learned to court.
Oh! Silly Billy Short, yeah,
Silly Billy Short,
He doesn't play good tennis
So he can't come on the court.

Silly Billy Short, Short,
Silly Billy Short,
He never learned to flirt
And he never learned to court.
Oh! Silly Billy Short, yeah,
Silly Billy Short,
He doesn't play good tennis
So he can't come on the court.

(contributor: John L. Waters)

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