The story of (a fictitious) Billy Wilder
Thanks to the film director, Billy Wilder, who I knew nothing of when I wrote the lyrics to this song.
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My Mom was a HUGE Kris Kristofferson fan when I was growing up, so this is ant attempt at writing a Kris song. I remember writing the lyrics on a plane on the way home from a business trip to southern California. I had the whole row to myself. Small victories. Pardon the hot spots. I need to rework this a bit.
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Billy Wilder grew up in a hillside home
With two Mercedes in the drive
Private lessons and the nanny cooked his meals
This was Billy Wilder's life
The grade school teachers noticed there was something wrong
Bill was always picking fights
He gave up high school for the pool halls and the bars
Stayed out late most every night
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Billy's parents wondered where it all went wrong
They gave him every chance in life
But all was lost, a wire got crossed, deep within his mind
And Bill became a problem child
The local papers told the grisly front page news
Murder Shocks Our Little Town
He killed two others and he raped a woman too
Before they finally tracked him down
CHORUS
Bill was smilin' as he shuffled down the hall
The warden looked on with a frown
A lethal cocktail followed Billy's final meal
And Billy finally settled down
CHORUS
(repeat) CHORUS
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