Guitar intro

A cash strapped Billy-Jo, went to busk on esplanade.
Got some fish and chips to go, and a Red Bull lemonade.
Spys a street fight - two drunks in a rage,
so erudite, “You and me Dave, come and try it”.

Stu the vet says, “hey Billy-Jo, those chips’ll give you a heart attack.
Your underpants are on show. It’s minging. Hey man, you look a prat.
Good job they’ve had a few beers, cos your guitar playing sure is crap.
Anyway - you need to find somewhere more crowded”.

Stu the vet – liked to walk late in the park.
Got upset - when the vice squad towed away his car.
Who he met? He forgets. The booze was strong.
Glad he found an alibi, cos the cost of the fines no fun. Cruiser vet.

Guitar

In the recession heat, the job defeats a shame.
At 30, it seems, that you’re deemed as not the same
as a teen with schemes in queue. A CV full of speil.
Now he waits to book a seat, to get a grilling from the Jobseeker girl.

Well he pawned the family silver and his fillings made of gold.
Appalled when the loan arranger, stopped his cash and then turned cold.
He used to be prince of bling - before his credit card grew thin.
Now he can’t pay. The rumour round here, is the repo man is after him.

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Caravanette – he’d learned to love since mortgage died.
The local beach was tough, cos the sand was rough,
and the crabs just made him cry.
It’s a space, not plush – til he’s moved along.
He’s just blummin realised, that his book demonstrates the songs for clarinet.

Guitar

Goes to the boardwalk, there’s a talk with some freebies,
and they can’t find the right song, for an ad. on the TV.
They’re up for anything, like an X Factor singing school.
He gives it everything and they seemed to think that he’s cool.

I.O.U.’s addressed to – Billy-Jo the VIP.
Now he has to keep the tweets, ‘bout mad parties.
Texts from Stu say “I miss you, have a beer when you’ve time?
Trust me, I’d clean that new car for you, anytime.”

Chorus
Caravanette – he’d learned to love since mortgage died.
The local beach was tough, cos the sand was rough,
and the crabs just made him cry.
It’s a space, not plush – til he’s moved along.
He’s just blummin realised, that his book demonstrates the songs for clarinet.

Guitar

A made-up Billy-Jo, singing jingles for the trade.
Rhinoplasty afterglow, with his hair done by Renee.
Likes the spotlight. Gets out the Moet
and salmon bites. All the free babes. He’s delighted.