Oh Billy Boy, now you're back again here, looking at my page
Oh Billy Boy, how I wonder who you are behind that face
Oh Billy Boy, you're stalking me, I don't know what you wanna see
It's some kind of mystery, all right
You're in a band, I could tell that from the pictures that I saw
Your hair is mad, and you wear a feather tattoo on your arm
And what is more, you can't be four with that look upon your face
You must be 21 at least
But Billy you and me can never be, we haven't even met
And Billy you must learn not to stalk people on the Internet
And Billy there's a Saint somewhere behind those lies
And Billy never dies
Oh Billy Boy, how your eyes are eating at me through that fringe
I look my door, but too bad it doesn't seem to have a hinge
Your picture is blue, it's kinda' cold, who are you, I wasn't told
This is getting kinda' old
And Billy allhough you might think that this song is kinda' gay
I just want you to know that I'm not mad and it's OK
'Cause Billy there's a Saint somewhere behond those lies
And Billy never dies
No Billy never dies