Ernest the mechanic is not too bright
Doris in her moo moo is a sight
And over there's a group of pot bellied guys
Who drink cheep beer and swat at flies

They're trailer trash
They're all just trailer trash
Those trailer trash
They're all hard up for cash
They're trailer trash
They're eating corned beef hash
They're trailer trash
They're all just trailer trash

There goes Tony the car thief who's just been released
And fat truck driver Ned with his pork rind feast
Out in front of his metal abode
There sits on his lawn an old commode

They're trailer trash
They're all just trailer trash
Those trailer trash
They all Like Johnny Cash
They're trailer trash
They've got a moonshine stash
They're trailer trash
They're all just trailer trash

The washing hangs in the sun
And Bubba has a new gun
His guest room is an old van
His wife Jill likes her rum

The scene was rockin' with Country/Western sounds
Out in the dirt road were two sleeping hounds
Ol' Jim-Bob has a pickup with four wheel drive
The river has a bridge where you can dive

They're trailer trash
They're all just trailer trash
Those trailer trash
In their yard's an old Nash
They're trailer trash
Mixing up sour mash
They're trailer trash
They're all just trailer trash

When the wind blows in the early spring
Trailer trash folk have one most feared thing
You want to know? I'll tell you mister
It's hearing "Run for your lives y'all look out for that twister"

They're trailer trash
They're all just trailer trash
Those trailer trash
They're all hard up for cash
They're trailer trash
They're eating corned beef hash
They're trailer trash
They're all just trailer trash

Down by the highway at the vegetable stand
You'll find corn and melons that were picked by hand
The produce was grown by old Becky Hughes
Her dentures are stained from the tobacco she chews

They're trailer trash
They're all just trailer trash
Those trailer trash
They're all hard up for cash
They're trailer trash
They're eating corned beef hash
They're trailer trash
They're all just trailer trash