| There’s a boy named Billy
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| He’s from up there in Virginia
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| He makes that lightnin' holler in them hills
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| He’s got a recipe handed down from his pappy
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| In a shiny 50-gallon copper still
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| There’s a boy name Jose
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| Makes the best guacamole
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| And the hottest hot tamales in the land
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| He knows how to grow habeneros
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| And he plays in the mariachi band
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| I’ll trade you 20 Margaritas for your moonshine
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| 'Cause I like to have a party all the time
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| I’ll trade you 20 margaritas for your moonshine
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| 'Cause I hear that stuff can really blow your mind
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| When Jose met Billy he was tequila crazy
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| In a honky tok getting cowboy drunk on a moonlight starry night
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| Jose said, «Billy we ought to have us a party
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| ANd invite all them senoritas and just watch that full moon shine»
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| Now Jose and Billy became the best of buddies
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| And rasied a lot of hell around the world
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| But they’ll never drink and drive cause they wanna stay alive
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| And have time to kiss all the lovely girls
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| Oh I hear that stuff can really blow your mind |