If it's not you moaning, then it's someone else,Jumping down my throat, every chance you get,If it's not you crying,
then it's probably meYou're the little dog messing up my tree -Billy Hunt is a magical world,Full of strippers and long legg
ed girlsClark Kent's got nothing on me,I'll spy like James Bond and die like King KongBilly Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy,
BillyBilly Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, BillyI remember the first day at my job,I didn't get along with the foreman, Bo
bDo this. Do that. Don't even stop for a cough.He used to be a sergeant in the R.A.F.No one pushes Billy Hunt around,Well
they do, but not for long'cause when I get fit and grow bionic armsthe whole world's gonna wish it weren't born -I could be
a SupermanSatisfy any whim that I wanted to,I could be a Human machineI could show Steve Austin a thing or two -If it's n
ot you moaning, then it's someone else,Jumping down my throat, every chance you get,If it's not you crying, then it's probabl
y meYou're the little dog messing up my tree -No one pushes Billy Hunt around,Well they do, but not for long'cause when I
get fit and grow bionic armsthe whole world's gonna wish it weren't born -Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, BillyBilly
Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy