Texty:
Bill Bailey

Překlad: Harry Connick, Jr.. Nechcete se vrátit domů, Bill Bailey.

nothin' but a fine tooth comb I know that I'm to blame, well ain't that a shame, Bill Bailey, won't you please come home. Won't you come home Bill Bailey

but a fine tooth comb Yeah! I know I'm to blame Well, ain't it a shame Bill Bailey, won't you please come home? Well, won't you come home, Bill Bailey

nothin' but a fine tooth comb I know that I'm to blame, well ain't that a shame, Bill Bailey, won't you please come home. Won't you come home Bill Bailey

threw you out, With nothing but a fine-tooth comb? I know I'm to blame, Well, ain't that a shame Bill Bailey won't you please come home. Bill drove by

that a dirty, low-down shame Bill Bailey, won't you please come home Come home, come home, Bill Bailey Bill Bailey, won't you please come on home Come home, Bill Bailey Bill Bailey

nothin' but a fine tooth comb I know that I'm to blame, well ain't that a shame, Bill Bailey, won't you please come home. Won't you come home Bill Bailey