Lyrics:
the little dog messing up my tree
Billy hunt's is a magical world
Full of strippers and long-legged girls
Clark Kent's got nothing on me
I'll spy like James
My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
Of thee I sing
Land where my fathers died
Land of the pilgrim's pride
From every mountainside
Watch out Billy
The brain police are coming Billy
Watch out Billy
The brain police are coming Billy
Oh, Watch out!
Watch out Billy
The brain police
Shoot up on the fast lane
She falls like a concrete robot
She's a boy
Billy-I
Billy-L
Billy-L
Billy-Y
Billy-I Billy-L Billy-L Billy-Y
Back about eighteen hundred and some
A Louisiana couple had a red-headed son
No name suited him, Jim, Jack or Joe
They just called him Billy Bayou
wasn't born there
I feel just like a Boogie Pilgrim
Boogie Pilgrim
Hustled to get it
To get it together
Down on the jive talk
Down on the weather
Mother Russia badly burned
Your children lick your wounds
Pilgrim father sailed away
Found a brave new world
Back about eighteen hundred and some
A Louisiana couple had a red-headed son
No name suited him, Jim, Jack or Joe
So they just called him Billy
Billy's blue
With his head hangin' to
His shoes
Right the wrong
Or play a song
To ease billy's blues
Billy's down
He was born he was bound
Billy Jack Bitch (Billy Jack, Billy Jack)
(Bitch) {Fishbone's "Lyin' Ass Bitch" sample repeats throughout song}
What if I called you silly names
Billy never made the football team
'Cause Billy's size was small
But Billy's brother was a mighty lad
And played a lot of high school ball
Back about eighteen hundred and some,
A Louisiana couple had a red-headed son.
No name suited him; Jim, Jack or Joe,
So they just called him Billy
Back about eighteen hundred and some a Louisiana couple had a red headed son
No name soothe him Jim Jack or Joe they just called him Billy Bayou
Little Billy was the fattest kid in his class
Always the last in line
All the other little kids would laugh at him
Said he'd die before his time
Back about eighteen hundred and some
A louisiana couple had a redheaded son
No name suited him, jim, jack or joe
So they just called him billy
Back about eighteen hundred and some
A louisiana couple had a redheaded son
No name suited him, jim, jack or joe
So they just called him billy
Down in Texas near the DFW among the shrubs and patios and barbecues
Was born a suburban boy named Billy be Bad
Had a white bread momma and a rock
Back about eighteen hundred and some
A Louisiana couple had a red-headed son
No name suited him, Jim, Jack or Joe
They just called him Billy Bayou
Old Billy Riley was a dancing master
Old Billy Riley oh
Old Billy Riley's master of a drogher
Old Billy Riley oh
Master of a drogher bound
They heard him cry
And I believe him
Well he never meant to do anything wrong
It's gonna get worse if he waits too long
Billy, Billy don't you lose
Billy Pilgrim is my best friend!
So it goes, and on again
Again
Billy Pilgrim is my best friend!
So it goes, and on again
Again
Down by
Pilgrim, how you journey
On the road you chose
To find out why the winds die
And where the stories go.
All days come from one day
That much you
people
Who could never understand.
I was a pilgrim for your love,
A pilgrim for your love,
A pilgrim for your love,
I was a pilgrim for your love.
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