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!