Billy Shakes Lyrics

Billy Shakes in the cold, gray dawn
Billy Shakes on the bangin' boxcar 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 scarin' all the cattle
In the car next door,
He's fussin' like a w****,
Someone get a roll of duct tape,
And I'll shut him up for good!

"Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your looped and window'd raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these?"
Bill Shakes, don't give him no more Thunderbird!
Bill 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.

Bill Shakes, oh God he's p***** his pants!
Last chance for poets, boy, the buck stops here
Last chance for poets, boy, and old King Lear
Billy Shakes, Billy Shakes,
William Shakespeare, gone for good!

"As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods;
They kill us for their sport."