I was born in the country on an old farm road Worked hard for a livin' but i stilled stayed broke Everything i had was either borrowed or loaned Except my mobile home I started pickin' and a-grinnin' and a-drawin' a crowd Saved up my nickels and i turned it around Hitched up my trailer and my chickens and cows And moved right into town
[Chorus] There goes the neighborhood Trashin' it up just like you knew we would You throw a hillbilly log into the hollywood And there goes the neighborhood
I couldn't wait to start unpacking my stuff Pulled out the pink flamingos and i put 'em in front Cranked up the stereo in my old truck Iced down a case of bud Called Uncle Vern and said "Come cut the grass" He showed up on his mower with a half-empty flask You oughtta see the people slowin' down when they pass Sayin' "Man would you look at that"
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They got poodles and pools and alarms I've got pit bulls and pistold and ponds Yeah, they're playin' possum While i'm livin' high on the hog
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You throw a hillbilly lof into the hollywood There goes the neighborhoodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
