Oh where has it been Billy Boy, Billy Boy
Oh where has it been, master's willie?
Up the posterior pipe
Where the aroma is ripe
In your dung chink is where it's often snuggled

You were bid tell truth but spinned Billy Boy, Billy Boy
It was beyond spin, you were fibby
After you went beyond spin
Your master put it right in
In your bum chink is where the small thing snuggles

Did you tell many a lie Billy Boy, Billy Boy
Yes you told nothing but lies, harmful Billy
Yes you told many a lie
Then opened up your red eye
In your dung sink is where it was then snuggled

Such treachery Billy Boy, Billy Boy
In trench is the master's willie
For you both this is like heaven
When your turn's past, then Devin
You're both butt boys and every day you're buggered