Billy Jones
Well we grew up together in an urban town
Just me and Billy Jones always hanging around
He was a Mumma's little boy, he was an only child
His clothes were always neat and his hair carefully styled
All the games we'd play I couldn't understand why
I'd have to play the groom and let Billy be the bride
All those pretty dresses that he's love to wear
I'd wear a floppy hat Billy he'd put flowers in his hair
He'd even wear my underwear and put flowers in his hair
A few years later you know we kinda drifted apart
My family moved south to make a new start
I missed Billy, Mum said that was wrong
Dad said 'That boy just don't know where he belongs'
Where does he belong?
A few years later I was working in a bar
It was smoky and dark, there was a blues man playing guitar
When in walked a woman wearing emerald green
With a voluptuous figure, she was beautiful and lean
She was looking pretty mean
A full martini shaken not stirred
It was only until about after her third
I started looking closely, man I should have known!
It was my old friend; you guessed it, Billy Jones
Oh my god Billy Jones! Oh shit Billy Jones!
Tears filled our eyes as we began to speak
He'd been living a lie, a life so discreet
It made me feel sad to hear him say
In a voice so sweet 'Honey you can call me Jane'
As the night wore on we spoke of yesterday
And how Billy has always known that he was gay
I never knew how much a person could change
From little Billy Jones to lean, luscious Jane
Billy Jane Jones this comes from my heart
I hope your nights are filled with a thousand stars
But don't waste your sweetness in the empty air
'Cause you don't know how cold and dark it is out there
This is the ballad of Billy Jane Jones
Billy Jones
Crecimos juntos en un pueblo urbano
Solo Billy Jones y yo siempre juntos
Él era el consentido de mamá, hijo único
Siempre impecable, su cabello cuidadosamente peinado
No entendía por qué en los juegos
Yo tenía que ser el novio y Billy la novia
Con todos esos vestidos bonitos que le encantaba usar
Yo llevaba un sombrero flojo, Billy se ponía flores en el cabello
Incluso usaba mi ropa interior y se ponía flores en el cabello
Unos años después, nos separamos un poco
Mi familia se mudó al sur para empezar de nuevo
Extrañaba a Billy, mamá decía que estaba mal
Papá decía 'Ese chico no sabe dónde pertenece'
¿Dónde pertenece?
Unos años después, trabajaba en un bar
Estaba lleno de humo y oscuro, un hombre tocaba blues en la guitarra
Entró una mujer vestida de verde esmeralda
Con una figura voluptuosa, hermosa y esbelta
Se veía bastante ruda
Un martini completo, agitado no revuelto
Solo hasta después de su tercer trago
Comencé a mirar de cerca, ¡debería haberlo sabido!
Era mi viejo amigo; lo adivinaste, Billy Jones
¡Dios mío, Billy Jones! ¡Mierda, Billy Jones!
Las lágrimas llenaron nuestros ojos al empezar a hablar
Había estado viviendo una mentira, una vida tan discreta
Me entristeció escucharlo decir
Con una voz tan dulce 'Cariño, puedes llamarme Jane'
A medida que avanzaba la noche hablamos del ayer
Y cómo Billy siempre supo que era gay
Nunca supe cuánto puede cambiar una persona
De pequeño Billy Jones a la esbelta y exuberante Jane
Billy Jane Jones, esto viene de mi corazón
Espero que tus noches estén llenas de mil estrellas
Pero no desperdicies tu dulzura en el aire vacío
Porque no sabes lo frío y oscuro que está afuera
Esta es la balada de Billy Jane Jones