Billy. (Gessle)
Translated by tevensso.

Billy and I went to school together
He worked at Domus and I was on the dole
Fall started coming and so was the feeling
To get away from all this shit
So Billy called me early one morning
And asked if I wanted to tag along
I asked: where? and he answered: Away!
We went to Domus and he got his pay
I called my mom and said: I’m leaving now!
We got on the first train that was at the station
Two one-way tickets to Malmö Central and Billy said:
You know what it’s all about?
Oh man, you know what it’s all about!

The ferry across the strait to Copenhagen
And we looked for somewhere to sleep
And we met a gang with bikes and grass
And Billy started talking and I was scared like hell
That the gang wanted us to go someplace
Billy lit up and I was around
And he kept kneading his shit over and over and over again
I said Billy, hey Billy!
He said: man, you know what it’s all about.
He said: man, you know what it’s all about.

The morning came and the bikes rolled
Amsterdam was next stop
Billy tagged along, he wanted me to
But I hesitated and said finally : Good bye
Billy got pissed and they left
And I, I went the other way.
And I slept at the station for a few days
Then the ferry east in sounds of minor.
Ooooh I said: Billy! Hey Billy!
I asked, man do you know what it’s all about?
Do you know what it’s all about?

The months passed and spring came
And Billy was as gone as the snow
But one day in June ’77 came a postcard posted in Cologne
And Billy had written tattered as hell
He’d just started doing heroin
And he wrote that his life was a suitcase
You kick, throw away and toss around
And you open it and fill it with powder and with shit
Oooooh Billy whatta hell happened?
I said: Billy! Hey Billy!
He wrote: man, do you know what it’s all about?
He wrote: man, do you know what it’s all about?
Yes he wrote, man, do you know what it’s all about?
I said: My Billy, do you know what it’s all about?