[Intro]
You know, uh, I wrote a song one time about Billy the Kid
Who lived in the, uh, back in the days of the Wild West
Uh, at that time he was considered quite an outrageous outlaw desperado
I think perhaps if he lived today we might think a little bit differently of him because all of the social workers and all the psychologists would find all sorts of excuses for him
Anyway, it goes like this

*whistling*

[Verse 1]
Billy the Kid, I understand you
It really ain't your fault that the west is so wild
Billy the Kid, can't reprimand you
You must have been deprived when you was a child

[Chorus]
Whoopee-tie-yie-yipee-yipee, shoot 'em in the belly, Billy
Tie-yie-yipee-yipee, shoot 'em in the head
Tie-yie-yipee-yipee, saw you on the telly, Billy
Late, late showdown, down dead

[Post Chorus]
You're headed for the last round up
Your corral's OK
But your morale's in a sad, bad way
[Verse 2]
Billy the Kid, you should have been a good guy
If you've had the proper guidance from your dad
Billy the Kid, nobody should die
Environmental circumstances made you go bad

[Chorus]
Whoopee-tie-yie-yipee-yipee, shoot 'em in the belly, Billy
Tie-yie-yipee-yipee, Billy, give 'em hell
Tie-yie-yipee-yipee, saw you on the telly, Billy
Farewell, well, fare, farewell

[Post-Chorus]
Well, you'll be a swingin' from the top of a tree
You're being punished with a capital "P"
Oh, me

*whistling*