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!