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 [bad word] the head, no passion
 Now bad young Billy's got the Law on his trail

 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 [bad word] tonight he's a nightmare
 Fire burnin' in his eyes
 Blood's boiling hot
 [bad word] bent and out of control

 He's out of control

 "Oh, you [bad word] cops! You'll never gonna get me. You'll never take me alive! You
 pull that [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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!