Billy was a bird dog
He pulled up in a vinyl pill
I went to see my man John
He usually handles these things
Billy pulled his wallet full of hundred dollar bills
Took me for a joyride
Talking ′bout the stereo
Driving in the left lane
I'm thinking ′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′m meeting him at the motel to 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 shaking
His boots start quaking
Billy′s a runaway
Billy's a runaway
Billy′s a runaway
Billy's a runaway
Runaway
Runaway
Runaway
His hands start shaking
His boots start quaking
Runaway
Billy is a runaway
Billy is a runaway
Writer(s): Scott Thurston, Iggy Pop Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
