| Billy couldn't read or write |
| He never read a book in his life |
| He looked like shit |
| Face didn't fit |
| And only ever went out at night |
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| Billy got invited to parties |
| He'd always dress to annoy |
| Billy fancied his chances |
| And they called him an arrogant boy |
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| Billy had a special trick |
| He knew what made the punters tick |
| Freakin' the elite |
| To a fit of pique |
| Good old Billy lived by his wits |
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| Billy didn't have a choice |
| Got buried underneath the noise |
| He took a deep breath |
| Found his voice |
| And they called him an arrogant boy |
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| Oh, Billy |
| Oh, Billy |
| Oh, what have you done? |
| Oh, Billy, what have you done? |
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| Well, Billy gonna take on the world |
| Now he's getting hard to destroy |
| He gave us strength |
| And now we're walking |
| In the path of an arrogant boy |
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| Billy lived his life in the dirt |
| Didn't really give a squirt |
| He'd be standing there |
| Head in the air |
| Well, Billy, salt of the earth |
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| Billy used to dream all day |
| How to get there in his own sweet way |
| He took his time |
| And then enjoyed |
| The reputation of an arrogant boy |
| Oh, an arrogant boy |
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