Lyrics

My buddy T-Bone got a ‘69 Camaro
Chrome wheels and Skynyrd blasting’ loud
Got him a good job at the reptile farm
Wrasslin’ gators for the tourists

RC Cola and a Moonpie, baby
Ain’t nothin’ better than that
Jerry Springer on the TV, baby
Hey, I know that girl
She works the laundrymat

Spider the Biker makes a mean, mean methadrine
Says it’s really an art
Swore it was harmless
Didn’t hurt nobody
Til the day he blowed his own ass up

Burn down the trailer park
I want to see it in flames

I’m gunna get me one of them 6 dollar T-shirts
Says “I’m From Nelson County You Can Kiss My Ass”
Anybody wants to look at me funny
Watch yourself, I will mess you up, Jack

Stripper Mom always does the best she can
Though she has a talent for weak, stupid men
She chews them up and then she spits them out
And I say Rock on, Stripper Mom, rock on

I’m gunna buy me a lottery ticket
And praise the Lord until it hits
You can see me on the 5 o’clock news and I’ll tell you what it’s like to be filthy rich

Burn down the trailer park
I want to see it in flames

This old road has seen better days
It’s more pothole than not
Got us a liquor store just around the corner
Though they don’t take credit and I think that sucks

Your heart is a lot like a guitar string
It was made to be busted
Getting tired of the same damn thing
Gunna get my pickup truck
And leave you in the dust

Burn down the trailer park
I want to see it in flames