you're a 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
i'll spy like james bond and die like king kong
i remember the first day at my job
i didn't get on too well with the foreman
don't even stop for a cough
he used to be a sergeant in the r.a.f. no one pushes billy hunt around
'cause when i get fit and grow bionic arms
the whole world's gonna wish it weren't born
satisfy any whim that i wanted to
i could be a human machine
i could show steve austin a thing or two
you're a little dog messing up my tree
no one pushes billy hunt around
'cause when i get fit and grow bionic arms
the whole world's gonna wish it weren't born