Billy was a Bird dog He pulled up in a Bonneville I went to see my manager He usually handles these things
Billy pulled his wallet Full of hundred dollar bills Took me for a joyride Talkin´ ´bout the stereo Drivin´ in the left lane I´m thinkin´ ´bout my burial
We pulled into the liquor store And he was underage And all he said to me was Put your money away
´Cause Billy is a runaway
Billy´s got a Family Gonna skin him alive His dope dealing sister Wants him to join the enterprise
I leave him at the motel They can talk it all over His sister´s got a baby now And Billy hardly knows her
Well I´m a friendly kind of guy And I had to have him over I gave him a drink What do you think His hands start shakin´ His boots start quakin´