Billy Joe Christopher Bobby McCoy

Billy Joe Christopher Bobby McCoy

Was the biggest and brightest of all Texas boys

His parents were prouder than a longhorn in heat

Cuz their physical specimen couldn’t be beat.

With an arm Smith and Wesson would surely admire

He could throw the length of the field and barely perspire

Entire teams often would choose to retire

When Big Billy McCoy’s eyes would light up with fire.

The best quarterback on the best team in town

On the practice field’s where Billy’d be found

All night and all day he’d run and he’d play

When the other kids left, Big Ol Billy’d stay.

Because that’s just the way things were in Billy’s day

Being second to anyone wasn’t okay

At least not in the way that it is now today

Billy hated football, but he never would say.

Because Billy Joe Christopher Bobby McCoy

The biggest and brightest of all Texas boys

If ever were given a true second chance,

Would gladly quit football if it meant he could dance.

Oh to dance and to dance, to live out true romance,

Billy once saw ballet; it was love at first glance

The polka, the fox trot,the cha cha, flamenco,

The charleston, waltz, pasa doble, the tango.

He knew he could not ever be properly taught

If his parents found out, if he ever was caught

He’d no longer be BJCB McCoy,

His father would swear he had no oldest boy.

When Johnny Tom Avery Michael McCoy,

Stared into the eyes of his prized oldest boy,

He did not see his son and all he could be,

All Johnny could see was a perfect QB.

So when Billy McCoy scored his final touchdown,

Bringing honor and joy to his small Texas town,

He just kept on running; never turned around

And to this day we’re told that he’s never been found.

But if you ever should escape to a land far away,

Where the field’s a stage and the game is a play,

The rumors persist and the locals they say

That a certain QB lives to dance every day.