Busy Man - Steven Curtis Chapman

If it’s not you moaning, then it’s someone else

Jumping down my throat, every chance you get

If it’s not you crying, then it’s probably me

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

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy

Billy Hunt

I remember the first day at my job

I didn’t get on too well 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 world’s gonna wish it weren’t born

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy

Billy Hunt

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 it’s not you moaning, then it’s someone else

Jumping down my throat, every chance you get

If it’s not you crying, then it’s probably me

You’re a 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 world’s gonna wish it weren’t born

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy

Billy Hunt

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy

Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy

Billy Hunt

Look out

Billy, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy Hunt

Billy, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy Hunt