i saw him on the tv
his name is billy crystal
i think he has a weird head
and his eyes they stare right through me
like something by bram stoker
he dances in the night
tip toeing on the floorboards
he watches me in dream land
and if i'm not being good enough
i guess i know he'll be there
ringing me by my shirt neck
and shouting about a doctor
please you've gotta believe me
billy's in the other room
and he doesn't need your sympathy
he's just looking for an exit