Money For Nothing/Beverly Hillbillies — текст песни (Weird Al Yankovic)

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 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, Buddy, move away from there.
That litle Clampett got his own cee-ment pond.
That little Clampett, he`s a millionaire.

Now everyone said Californy
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.
(beverly, beverly, beverly hillbilly)
Y`all come back now, hear?
(beverly, beverly, beverly hillbilly)
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