I’m not Billy Connolly

He’s got Parkinson’s. like me

And although we share the same disease

I’m not creative and original, like he

And finally

I’m not rooted in Glasgow

I’m not Billy Connolly

As much as I’d like to be

I couldn’t be the front man, the centre pieces, the showman

The stand-up, it’s just not me

And fundamentally

I wouldn’t run naked though the snow

I’m not Billy Connolly

As much as I kid myself, you see

He grabbed life, made the most, whilst I

Like Rowdy Yates, got the dust in my eyes

And comically, even ironically

I thought I looked like Clint, not Palin

I’m not Billy Connolly

Nothing like him, you’ll all agree

Like my uncle Bill, he never dropped a catch

Yet I missed the ball

So completely, over the boundary

But, thankfully

I regained my balance and found myself back in the match

I’m not Billy Connolly

He’s got Parkinson’s like me

But I can’t play the banjo or guitar

Or write songs, or make people laugh

Hysterically

I’m not Bill Connolly you see.

But hold on

Billy Connolly likes fishing so

Maybe I’m wrong

Maybe I am like Billy Connelly, You see

Because fishing is more important than Parkinson’s disease

In fact maybe it’s Billy Connolly

Who’s like me. You see.