Karaoke Billy B. Bad George Jones

Down in Texas near the DFW

Among the shrubs and patios and barbecues

Was born a suburban boy named Billy B. Bad

Had a white bread momma and a rock and roll dad

Didn't have much soul or country roots

But he sure looked cute in his cowboy suit

B-B-B-B-Billy, Billy

B-Billy B. Bad

B-B-B-B-Billy, Billy

B-Billy B. Bad

B-B-B-B-Billy, Billy

B-Billy B. Bad

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B-Billy B. Bad

He can spot a trend and he knows a fad

He's a country singer named Billy B. Bad

He sounds like everybody on the radio

He's building up his biceps for his video

The people at the label said we like to start 'em young

We know you're twenty-three but we'll say you're twenty-one

They played him some Strait they played him some Jones

Now he's got the country music way down in his bones

B-B-B-B-Billy, Billy

B-Billy B. Bad

B-B-B-B-Billy, Billy

B-Billy B. Bad

B-B-B-B-Billy, Billy

B-Billy B. Bad

B-B-B-B-Billy, Billy

B-Billy B. Bad

Watch out for your daughters he's a-gonna drive 'em mad

The country sex symbol called Billy B. Bad

Now poor ol' Billy's at the end of the line

He's over the hill 'cos he's pushing twenty-nine

He's not as young and he's not as handsome

He just tested positive for Branson

He'll never be that hot again

Look for his music in the oldies bin

B-B-B-B-Billy, Billy

B-Billy B. Bad

B-B-B-B-Billy, Billy

B-Billy B. Bad

B-B-B-B-Billy, Billy

B-Billy B. Bad

B-B-B-B-Billy, Billy

B-Billy B. Bad

What a great career he had

Say goodbye to Billy B. Bad