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?