Huh, now lookie here people Listen to my story A little story 'bout a man named jed You know something? That poor mountaineer They say he barely kept his family fed
Now, let me tell you One day he was shootin' Old jed was shootin' at some food When all of a sudden right up from the ground, there Well, there came a bubblin' crude
Oil that is well, maybe you call it black gold or texas tea He gonna move next to mr. drysdale and be a beverly hillbilly...
Before you know it, all the kinfolk are-a-sayin' Yeah, buddie, move away from there That little clampet got his own cement pond That little clampet, he's a millionaire
Now, everyone said californie Is the place that you oughta be We got to load up this here truck now We got to move to beverly Hills, that is
Swimming pools Move-a-move-a-movie stars Huh Lookit that, lookit that
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