If its not you moaning, then its someone else,
Jumping down my throat, every chance you get,
If its not you crying, then its probably me
you're the little dog messing up my tree,
Billy hunt is a magical world,
Full of strippers and long legged girls
Clark Kent's got nothing on me,
Ill spy like James Bond and die like King Kong

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Billy hunt, billy hunt, billy, billy, billy
Billy hunt, billy hunt, billy, billy, billy

I remember the first day at my job,
I didn't get along with the foreman, bob
Do 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 arms
The whole worlds gonna wish it weren't born

I could be a superman
Satisfy any whim that I wanted to,
I could be a human machine
I could show Steve Austin a thing or two

If its not you moaning, then its someone else,
Jumping down my throat, every chance you get,
If its not you crying, then its probably me
you'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 arms
The whole worlds gonna wish it weren't born

[Chorus]

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): PAUL JOHN WELLER