Mr Frump in the Iron Lung
Beverly
Beverly Hillbillies
Now, looka here, people, listen to my story
A little story 'bout a man named Jed
You know somethin', that poor mountaineer
They say he barely kept his family fed
Now lemme tell ya, one day he was shootin'
Ol' 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 i
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, Buddy, move away from there
That litle Clampett got his own cee-ment pond
That little Clampett, he's a millionaire
Now everyone said Californ
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
Swimmin' pools
Move-a-move-a-movie stars
Huh, looka that looka that
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Y'all come back now, hear
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