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'