Whoa!
Bad Billy
Billy went drivin' on a Saturday night
Headed for trouble with a bottle of wine
He took his pistol and his shotgun, ready for action
Flyin' higher than a rocket out of control
He said I ain't got money
I ain't got fame
But after tonight they're gonna know my name
Angry and young, under the gun
The kid goes wild!
Rebel alone, heart of a stone
The kid goes wild!
The kid goes wild!
Billy pulled up to Big Jim's Liquor Store
Pulled his pistol and demanded his pay
They say he shot that man straight thru the head, no passion
Now bad young Billy's got the Law on his trail
A cold blood murder
For twenty and change
The very next day the newspaper read
Angry and young, under the gun
The kid goes wild!
Rebel alone, heart of a stone
The kid goes wild!
The kid goes wild!
Wild!
Bad Billy
Billy's on the run tonight he's a nightmare
Fire burnin' in his eyes
Blood's boiling hot
Hell bent and out of control
He's out of control
" Oh, you fucken cops! You'll never gonna get me. You'll never take me alive! You
Pull that fucken gun, you'd better use it! Cuz I'm not going down and I'm not going
To jail and I'm not doing any fucken time! This is my night! I'm alive!
Ow! Angry and young, under the gun
The kid goes wild!
Rebel alone, heart of a stone
The kid goes wild!
Angry and young, under the gun
The kid goes wild!
Rebel alone, heart of a stone
The kid goes wild!
Angry and young, under the gun
The kid goes wild!
Rebel alone, heart of a stone
The kid goes wild!
Angry and young, under the gun
The kid goes wild!
Rebel alone, heart of a stone
The kid goes wild!
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