One girl was called
Jean Marie
Another little girl was called Felicity
Another little girl was Sally Joy
The other was me, and I'm a boy
My name is Bill and I'm a head case
I get the licking up on my face
Yeah, I feel lucky if I get trousers to wear
Spare evenings taking
hairpins from my hair
I'm a boy, I'm a boy,
but my mom won't admit it
I'm a boy, I'm a boy,
but if I say I am, I get it
Put your frock on, Jean Marie
Plat your hair, Felicity
Paint your nails, Sally Joy
Put this wig on, little boy
I'm a boy, I'm a boy
But my mom won't admit it
I'm a boy, I'm a boy
But if I say I am, I get it
I want to play cricket on the green
Ride my bike across the stream
Cut myself and see my blood
I want to come home all covered in mud
I'm a boy
I'm a boy
but my mom won't admit it.
I'm a boy
I'm a boy
I'm a boy. I'm a boy
I'm a boy
I'm a boy.
I'm a boy, I'm a boy
I'm a boy
I want to thank you again,
it's been great for me
And as I said, great to be
back.
Thank you so much.
Bye bye, I love you.
Thank you.
And now it's request time.
Well, it's safe to say that somebody has asked
for Magic Bus.
You know,
you've asked for some really interesting songs
that I would love to play,
but I don't know whether they would work
at the end of the night.
People have mentioned stuff like Sunrise.
You know,
a lot of people have asked for Sunrise.
I wrote Sunrise for my mother,
and it's just about as
difficult to play as Pavardigar.
It's one of those incredibly complicated...
Let me tell you about sunrise.
Okay, try and get into my reality here. I
Wrote this song for my mother
I played it to her and
you know what she said
That's very nice, dear
And as it says at the end
of the Tommy theater production
which doubtless you've all seen
You've all got families,
you know what it's like, you know.