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


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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


[Repeat Chorus]


You throw a hillbilly lof into the hollywood
There goes the neighborhood