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 my trailer and my chickens and cows
And moved right into town

There goes the neighborhood
Trashin' it up just like you knew we would
You throw a hill-billy log into the Hollywood
And there goes the neighborhood

I couldn't wait to start unpacking my stuff
Pulled out the pink flamingos and I put them in front
Cranked up the stereo in my old truck
Iced down a case of bud
Called Uncle Vern and said: "Come cut the grass"
He showed up on his mower with a half-empty flask
You oughtta see the people slowin' down when they pass
Saying: "Man would you look at that"

There goes the neighborhood
Trashin' it up just like you knew we would
You throw a hill-billy log into the Hollywood
And there goes the neighborhood

They got poodles and pools and alarms
I've got pitbulls and pistols and ponds
Yeah, they're playin' possum
While I'm livin' high on the hog

There goes the neighborhood
Trashin' it up just like you knew we would
You throw a hill-billy log into the hollywood
And there goes the neighborhood

You throw a hill-billy log into the Hollywood
There goes the neighborhood