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
