Billy's such a player, he deals himself three hands a game.
Never forgets the nape of a neck, but don't recall their name.
Talks to the women with an easy bluster,
Counters their rebuttals with a filibuster,
And a mixed drink;
Said he be layin' it on like Strauss wrote waltzes,
And layin' his pipe in anything with a pulse,
And it's fair to think
When his bedpost clink,

He got a new girl,
He always got a new girl;
Don't need the box of the tissues, or Penthouse,
The Silver Fox always finds himself a hen house,
He got a new girl,
He always got a new girl.

Billy got a way to get shot down, down, so many times.
Billy got a way to stay airborne and cruise over enemy lines.
Fullest of their bullets of any dude,
But the red lead of the lipstick tubes,
Only eggs him on;
Neither snicker nor sneer will steer him 'round,
Takes a bandolier-full to put him down.
By the end of the night
On his exit flight,

He'll have a new girl,
He'll always have a new girl,
Incredible, yes, but alas, it's true,
His tap of the ass is awaiting you,
He got a new girl,
He always got a new girl,
By the time you find all your clothes in the dark
He'll be out the door, looking for another mark,
And it's fair to say
That it's just his way.

Billy O. O'Day, Billy O. O'Day,
Doesn't give an "aw, schucks,"
Or half a cluck
What the neighbors say;
Spillin' Tanqueray
On the new duvet,
"It'll wash right out," say
Billy O. O'Day.

Billy O. O'Day, Billy O. O'Day,
With a chin-chuck, cab fare-forty bucks,
Send her on her way.
Her stockings frayed,
And a bed, unmade,
¿Is it all that's left of Billy O. O'Day?