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 [Chorus:] 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 gra**" 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?" [Chorus] They got poodles and pools and lawnmowers I got pit bulls and pistols and ponds Yeah, they're playing opossum while I'm living high on the hog [Chorus] You throw a hillbilly log into the Hollywood And there goes the neighborhood Y'all come back now, ya hear?