Billy wants to be a rock star, (hey hey hey) Billy wants to be a rock star, (hey hey hey) Thinks about it every night and day. (hey hey hey) Everyday
She's simply awesome She dashed by me in painted on jeans And all heads turned 'cause she was the dream In the blink of an eye I knew her number and her
Listen boy Don't want to see you let a good thing Slip away You know I don't like watching Anybody make the same mistakes I made She's a real
you take (You better run) It could be your last mistake (Yeah, Billy's got a gun) As a bird with a broken wing (Oh, Billy) As a sheep in the lions den (Oh, Billy
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a braid And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave Behind the tent, the hired
A devil in a midnight mass He prayed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class Resurrected from the past Hold your breath and count to four Pinky
Where were you on our wedding day? I got bad news that you went away Where were you on our wedding day? You did me wrong, now you must pay Whoa, give
you went to the other side I went down hard Like Billy the Kid Yeah, I went down hard Oh, but I got up again I went down hard Like Billy the Kid I went
him, Jim, Jack or Joe They just called him Billy Bayou Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go You're walkin' on quicksand and walk slow Billy, Billy
Don't go changing to try and please me You never let me down before Don't imagine you're too familiar And I don't see you anymore I would not leave you
They say it takes a lot to keep a love alive: In every heart there pumps a different beat But if we shift the rhythm into overdrive, We could generate
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Well, I sure miss old Waylon and pay checks paid his dues Ched Atkins on that red guitar, Carl Perkins 'Blue Suede Shoes' Well, you just don't hear ol
Here I am again In this smoky place With my brandy eyes I'm talking to myself You were the one You were the one Here I go again Looking for your face
She stood on the tracks Waving her arms Leading me to that third rail, SHOCK Quick as a wink She changed her mind She gave me a night That?s all it was
Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide The buns drop dead and dogs go mad In packs on the West Side Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another
The cold hands The sad eyes The dark Irish silence It's so late But I'll wait Through the long night with you With you The warm tears The bad dreams
