Well, spring has sprung   And the the time has come   To fire up them Coleman stoves   Do us a favor   And call all the neighbors   'Cuz they'll all come in droves   Well, Billie Joe is way down below   And he knows what it means   He's going to call up Uncle Mo   And bring that can of beans   Well jump in the car   'Cuz we'll go far   We're gonna raise some hell   Put your panties back on the clothes line   And ring that dinner bell   Open the gate stay up late   'Cuz this time anything goes   It's time to crank it up to ten   On our Camaro stereos      In the light we'll do it right   But wait 'till after dark   'Cuz the cops won't bother your   Mother your father in this here trailor park      We're going uptown   That's where we really get down   Don't wanna be downtown anymore      Yes indeed let's jamboree   'Cuz we just got a bottle of Jack   If Aunt Regina feels like fighting   Billie Joe has got my back   Well my brother Ray   Will be out on bail   You know he's got the point   He's going to wake up our grandmother   and make her roll a joint   Well jump in the car   'Cuz we'll go far   We're going to raise some hell   Make sure you bring them foodstamps   And try to ignore the smell   Open the latch   And chug down a Pabst   'Cause this time it's for real   We're uptown in the trailor park   We got to do anything we feel