Dead To Me - The Rumjacks

O Billy were a villain o' high degree

Wi a left eye made o' glass

A wooden heel and a plate o' steel

Mig welded tae his arse

He’d carve a horn frae his Mammy’s skull

Tae sound his own salute

And stick you with the rusty blade

He kept tucked in his boot

Don’t talk about him, he’s dead to me

He’s dead to me, dead to me

Don’t talk about him, he’s dead to me

An' sure it is nae wonder

Don’t talk about him, he’s dead to me

He’s dead to me, dead to me

Don’t talk about him, he’s dead to me

An' buried six feet under

Ella were a hoor o' the highest order

Gave it away for nowt

All whips and chains and shite for brains

An' a cheeky bas’urt mouth

She’d turn yer hide tae a rattlin drum

Tae beat her own tattoo

An' wipe you like a lump o' shite

That stuck to her pretty shoe

Don’t talk about her, she’s dead to me

She’s dead to me, dead to me

Don’t talk about her, she’s dead to me

An' sure it is nae wonder

Don’t talk about her, she’s dead to me

She’s dead to me, dead to me

Don’t talk about her, she’s dead to me

An' buried six feet under