Jennifer, The Baby And Me.

Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*

Jennifer, The Baby And Me.

Jennifer and I,
Called the doctor last night,
‘Cos the baby was on the way,
There were happy tears,
And queasy fears,
And an awful lot of things to say,
I stood alone,
By the pay telephone,
Waiting to call the world,
When the nurse came in,
With a beautiful grin,
And told me about my little girl,
Then everyone came,
With the perfect name,
To name my little girl,

Why don’t you call her Betty,
Or Kathy or Sue or Jan,
Why don’t you name her Debbie,
Or Tina or Jill or Pam,
And I said I’ll name her anything,
Her Mommy wants me to,
Doctor, how’s she feeling now,
Can we have her point of view,

Then he said,
As he bowed his head,
I’m sorry, but I did my best,
And I’m sorry to say,
It was too much strain,
So she gave herself up to death,
Then tears I shed,
‘Til my eyelids bled,
And my senses came back to me,
And thru’ a window pane,
I saw the only remains,
Of Jennifer’s love for me,
And everyone stared,
As if they cared,
To comfort the baby and me,

Why don’t you call her Betty,
Or Kathy or Sue or Jan,
Why don’t you name her Debbie,
Or Tina or Jill or Pam,
And I said I’ll name her anything,
Her Mommy would’ve wanted me to,
But the doctor said her mommy’s dead,
So we can’t have her point of view,

And she can’t help me name her,
So I’ll name her what I want,
And I think I’ll name her Jennifer,
‘Cos that’s a name that I’ve grown to love.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

I'm Not Over Yet.

Unpublished Works, © 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*

I'm Not Over Yet.

I've been lost,
And I've been abandoned,
I've been happy about the same things,
That's left me saddened,
O', life just happens,
With me in tandem,
I've been everything, nothing and something,
I've been random,

O', I've had fun,
I've had none,
I've had every and no one,
I've been as high and low,
As anyone can get,
And all I know,
All I know, all I know is,
I'm not over yet,

I've been up to something,
I've been down to zero,
I've done all I can do,
I've been a fool and a hero,
O', life just goes,
With me in tow,
I've been everywhere, nowhere and somewhere,
I've been stoned,

O', I've had fun,
I've had none,
I've had every and no one,
I've been as high and low,
As anyone can get,
But all I know,
All I know, all I know is,
I'm not over yet,

Yeah, I've been cool,
I've been a fool,
I've been king in all the courts,
Where jesters rule,
I can't remember,
I can't seem to forget,
All I know, all I know is,
I'm not over yet,

O', I've been left (so left behind),
And I've been right,
I've been quiet for years (and years),
And shouted with all my might,
O', life just flies,
With me inside (and outside),
I've been everyone, no one and someone,
Dead or alive,

O', I've had fun,
I've had none,
I've had every and no one,
I've been high and I've been low,
As anyone can get (and not forget),
Still all I know,
All I know, yes, all I know is,
I'm not over yet,

O', I'm not over yet,
I might be wrong,
Still, I bet,
I'm not over yet.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Yet A Third Song To Be Sung By Eric Clapton.

Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*

Yet A Third Song To Be Sung By Eric Clapton.

I ride in my car,
I wouldn't even call it a car,
'Cos sometimes it goes,
And sometimes it won't,
And sometimes it just falls apart,

I guess I'm not lucky,
I guess I'm the unlucky one,
To have a car that hates me so much,
When all I wanna have is some fun,

Sometimes I get upset, disappointed, down and I,
Even get lonely talkin' to you,
And I'm not like that, but I can't help myself,
'Cos I get them Volkswagen blues,
Yeah, I got them Volkswagen blues,

I could ride into Houston,
I could ride into Kalamazoo,
But if I drive my car,
Just a little too far,
It's gonna break down when I do,

I guess I'm not lucky,
I guess I'm the unlucky kind,
To have a car that treats me so bad,
When all I wanna have are good times,

Sometimes I get upset, disappointed, down and I,
Even get lonely talkin' to you,
And I'm not like that, but I can't help myself,
'Cos I get them Volkswagen blues,
Yeah, I got them Volkswagen blues,

I drive real fast,
O', but I drive o', so very slow,
I am always last, 'cos I'm not too fast,
But it's the fastest my bug can go,

I guess I'm not lucky,
I guess I'm the unlucky fool,
To have a car that doesn't like me,
When all I wanna be is cool,

Sometimes I get upset, disappointed, down and I,
Even get lonely talkin' to you,
And I'm not like that, but I can't help myself,
'Cos I get them Volkswagen blues,
Yeah, I got them Volkswagen blues,

Yeah, I got them Volkswagen blues,
Yeah, I got them, get them, got them, get them,
I got them Volkswagen blues.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Another Song To Be Sung By Eric Clapton.

Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*

Another Song To Be Sung By Eric Clapton.

Darlin' I've been thinkin', yeah, thinkin' it thru',
Been thinkin' how I'm feelin' since I've been without you,
So I told my friends that I was in love,
They laughed it off and shrugged it off and gave me a nudge,
They said you crazy fool you can't be in love,
You're too much of a joker and you're much too young,
You're just a little lonely, you've got the blues,
So listen to your friends, they'll tell you just what to do,
And here's what you do,

Get up, get out,
Find something else to think about,
Go downtown and have some fun,
Or go to the beach and get some sun,
But get up, get out,
Find something else to think about,
'Cos if you don't you'll be a mess,
This lonely life's makin' you a wreck,
So get up, get out,
Find something else to think about,
But I don't think I ever will,
No-no, I don't think I ever will,

I tho't for a moment you were eternally mine,
But I guess for a moment I was emotionally blind,
And all of my friends keep tellin' me,
You're not really blind, you just don't know how to see,
But every since I saw you I've wanted your love,
I told my friends I'm hopeless, but I'm not givin' up,
They said, there's a million girls for you,
So listen to your friends they'll tell you just what to do,
And here's what you do,

Get up, get out,
Find something else to think about,
Go downtown and have some fun,
Or go to the beach and get some sun,
But get up, get out,
Find something else to think about,
'Cos if you don't you'll be a mess,
This lonely life's makin' you a wreck,
So get up, get out,
Find something else to think about,
But I don't think I ever will

No-no, I don't think I ever will,
Never will.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

A Song To Be Sung By Eric Clapton.

Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*

A Song To Be Sung By Eric Clapton.

Messin' up, messin' around,
Tearing my emotions down,
Puttin' my smile in your frown,
Upon the world,
O', what a naughty girl,

You look at me, I look at you,
We can't see a thing between the two,
We should split, but we never do,
Don't we get tired of being used,

Aren't you happy, no you're not,
I didn't expect you to lie a lot,
You said you loved me when you were hot,
But you can't give what you ain't got,

Messin' up, messin' around,
Tearing my emotions down,
Puttin' my smile in your frown,
Upon the world,
O', what a naughty girl,

I'm not bashful, you're not shy,
I just saw you with another guy,
And if you're sorry it's all right,
'Cos if it's not you ask me why,

We're not happy, we're not free,
We're not anything we wanted to be,
'Cos we're not us, don't ya see,
You were never you, I was never me,

Messin' up, messin' around,
Tearing my emotions down,
Puttin' my smile in your frown,
Upon the world,
O', what a naughty girl,

O', what a naughty girl,
You're a naughty girl,
O', what a naughty girl.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

The Rising Sun (In Baghdad).

Unpublished Works, © 2007, BillyPauleyJr.*

The Rising Sun (In Baghdad).

The rising sun in Baghdad,
Smells like blood of yesterday,
The haunting is in your soul,
And on your face,
In the seconds before the warning,
Is one last chance to wash it away,
But you choose not to forget,
With no water there to waste,

And the rattle of the tank tracks,
Like a ball and chain ring true,
Sounds of crushing earth,
Weighs on you,
Your body armor molds you,
To fit a body bag,
The chip upon your shoulder,
An American flag,

With terror in your heart,
You damn the dying brave,
If smoking ever kills you,
It will not be today,
In the hail of bombs and bullets,
There’s nothing to regret,
In the face of your survival,
You forget,

There’s no time for politicians,
Who do not know your will,
There’s no time to stay alive,
Only time to kill,
The rising sun in Baghdad,
Will wake you from the night,
It will keep you in a war zone,
For your life,

Far beyond the sands of Victory,
Your soul will never rest,
There’s no comfort in the valor,
Upon your chest,
Your disease, it has a name,
For your Service to put on a shelf,
Another way to make you bleed,
Into the shape of everyone else,

Still the war fights on inside you,
The dreams, they take you back,
And you become the enemy,
That you attack,
The anger that destroys you,
Is the same that makes you complete,
You find it quite ironic,
You can’t be free,

Without suicide you can’t kill it,
Without happiness you can’t breathe,
In your mind that sounds redundant,
Without sleep,
The tanks are so demanding,
You even hear them when awake,
The screams of terror pounding,
The bounds about to break,

The rising sun in Baghdad,
Your haunted soul still sees,
Smells like blood of yesterday,
In your dreams.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Pineapples (Song For Maddox).

Unpublished Works, © 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*

Pineapples (Song For Maddox).

When I’m deep inside my heart; I’m missing you,
It’s so hard on me; so easy to do,
Gone are the pineapples that planted you,
Sewed you into my soul,
Watched you bloom; turned you gold,
Smiling memories loving you so,

O’, pineapples; so soft; so sweet,
Pineapples; you're there with me,
In my memory; here with me,
Smiling; laughing; beautifully,
And giving me; forever... pineapples,

Love as soft as a sunset; a hibiscus lei,
Yet so distended; like a tidal wave,
Lost in the image that became our way,
Your smile embedded deep in my heart,
Holding forever; my favorite part,
The pineapples of who we are,

O’, pineapples; so soft; so sweet,
Pineapples; you're there with me,
In my memory; here with me,
Smiling; laughing; beautifully,
And giving me; forever... pineapples,

There in Hawai’i; dawn to dusk,
Pineapples for breakfast; pineapples for lunch,
Pineapples at dinner; pineapple snacks,
They made you so happy; you made me laugh,
Endearing our moments; looking back,

O' when I go to Hawai’i; with your memory,
It’s so easy to do; yet so hard on me,
There is shortness in my reality,
Where the pineapples grow,
And life is sweet; but we have to go,
Leaving footprints beyond the rainbow,

O’, pineapples; so soft; so sweet,
Pineapples; you're there with me,
In my memory; here with me,
Smiling; laughing; beautifully,
And giving me; forever... pineapples.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.