Em d c Em a g f# Em Now those days seem far away An empty swing where he once played Now Bill's grown so fat and bold He never thought that he'd grow old His sales job it gets him down Same old faces, same old sounds Heart attacks, orthopaedic backs Documents and labelled racks His wife can't stand the sight of him With his routine glass of gin She makes his lunch of processed ham And waits in for the meter man And everyday when he gets the train Looks out the window and thinks in vain If I could only be that boy again If he could be that boy again Another day, another gin His kids don't even notice him Something different about his face His happy smile seems out of place His family gathered round for tea Eyes fixed on their new telly A news flash came, then it said Bill McCai was just found dead No more windows, no more trains Hung himself out in the rain Now he'll never be that boy again And we say... Am D Em d c Em a g f# Em Bye bye Bill McCai Bye bye Bill McCai Bye bye Bill McCai