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 nickles 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 in they path 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? lawnmowers? I got Pitt Bulls and pistols and? ponds? Yeah, they're playing opossum 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 And there goes the neighborhood Y'all come back now, ya hear?