Well am I ever
The bar-be-que type
No, I can't snort that primo 'caine
I'd rather smoke crack all night
At my inlaws
Or my outlaws
Or on an internet chatroom date
I got stickers on my car
Bush/Quayle '88
Some people look down on me
But I don't give a flip
I stand butt naked in my front yard
With a cross-eyed baby on my t*t
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Cause I'm an inbred woman
Just a no class broad
I'm a product of relations
I say "Hey ma, and hey pa!"
I keep empty beer cans
In my trailer all year long
And I know all the words to every Billy Ray Cyrus song
So here's to my sisters and cousins out there
Keepin it family
Let me get a big HELL YEAH
From the inbred gals like me
(HELL YEAH!)

The Wal-mart underwear
Department is pretty nice
But I buy my stained lingerie
From the Goodwill bin half price
And still look sexy, so sexy
Like Springer guests on tv
I don't need no fancy rags
To make my kin want me
Y'all may think I'm crazy
Brazen and hardcore
But in my neck of Alabammy
I'm just your tramp next door
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Hey I'm an inbred woman
Just a no-class broad
I'm a product of relations
I say 'Hey ma and hey pa!'
And I keep my uncle's beer cans
In my trailer all year long
And I know all the words to Jerry Springer's only song
So here's to all my sister's out there keeping it family
Let me get a big HELL YEAH
From the inbred gals like me
(HELL YEAH, HELL YEAH, HELL YEAH, I SAID HELL YEAH!)