Every night when Billy went to bed,

He would hear the voices of the bullies Running through his head.

Were gonna get you, little creep,

Well kill you while you sleep.

So every night Billy cries,

Just before he shuts his eyes.

But then Billy would have a beautiful dream,

So more wonderful than anything could possibly seem.

He became the King of Vigillanties,

But he wore no colored panties.

He had a best friend, a weapon,

To get those bullies who were steppin.

Those bad-ass bullies were out of luck,

Cause Billy had a bad-ass Monster Truck.

Billy ran over the bullies houses,

And squashed them like little mousies.

Then Billy would take on other bad guys,

Those who beat people up, and spread nasty lies.

But if Billy needed help,

All he had to do was give a yelp.

He would summon the other Monster Truckers,

Theyd help him get those bad-guy Mother-Fuckers!

The Monster Truckers, they all say,

Theres gonna be hell to pay!

Lets get those bad guys,

Beneath our wheels they will die!

So Billy would rule the Monster Trucks,

Destroying everything that sucks.

They roamed the city,

Killing those who treat you shity.

They would drive though the countryside,

Picking up hitch-hikers who need a ride.

They voyage all the way to the sticks,

Monster-Trucking wayward hicks.

When they are tired and run down,

They will get off the road in a little town.

They always go to truck-stops,

And buy gas from guys named Pops.

Billy becomes a master of good,

Making sure people do what they should.

Billy becomes a King of Men.

But then,

Billy is awoken,

By something spoken,

Your ass is grass!

Then the bullies kick his ass.