I was born in the country on an old farm road

Worked hard for a livin' but I still 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 the trailer and my chickens and cows

Moved right into town 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 unpackin' 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 Vernon said, "Come cut the grass"

He showed up on his mower with a half empty flask

You ought to see the people slowin' down when they pass

Sayin', "Man, would you look at that?" 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 They got Poodles and pools and lawn mowers

I got Pitt Bulls and pistols and ponds

Yeah, they're playing possum

While I'm living high on the Hog 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 You throw a hillbilly log into the Hollywood

There goes the neighborhood

Y'all come back now, ya hear?