Oh Billy come on, oh Billy come on oh Cause I've heard your hundredth song And though I liked the tale of the millionaires That constructed the fine bolts and put the buildings in the air Billy come on, oh Billy come on come and sing your hundredth song Bring cautionary tales to reactionary table, ha-ha Granted your songs have been living in this world Have been eating in this world Have been breathing in this world Rain on, rain on I find it unacceptable I've made concessions to the world To the running of the world To the turning of the world Can beneath me burn Billy was a girl, but he couldn't tie his curls But the proxis breaks, the angry bear The lover in the wood lives on common care Oh Billy come on oh Billy come on oh in the echoing morning calm Oh try to find your breath and breathe the air For the troupe of sellers and millionaires Billy come on oh Billy come on oh like a population bursts from your songs For the birdies and the babies and the downtown pushers, please Billy ha-ha Granted your lungs have been s**ing in this world Have been breathing in this world Have been lying in this world Rain on rain on I find it unacceptable that you keep singing to the world And keep lying in the world And keep crushing everybody's everybody all thinks about Rain on rain on rain on Keep ringing the wrong, the wrong, the wrong Keep singing to the wrong, to the wrong, to the song singers And rain f**in' on and on and on This set of millionaires That burst the town and ripped the hair The final fan of lies, dear The final fare and sail