Hillbilly deluxe Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick up trucks Big timing in a small town Stirrin' it up right about sundown Black denim and chrome to the bone With a little homegrown Country girl cuddled up Well, up in the backwoods, down in the holler Old boy

Didn't know what I wanted yet I wanna thank you for letting me live in a house Well here's another love song for you When you were a little girl When you were an ocean away from me But you were already listening to The Pixies When we were a little shy

My my my little ADPI, Kappa Delta Tri Delts you look so fine Ooh don’t know what I’m gonna do around those Zeta’s, Theta’s, Chi O’s and little Phi Mu’s My my sorority girl, my my sorority girl Hey yeah hey yeah You got your sundress on for game day Just

What have we said Wasn't it their bed Haven't we paid penance What of presence And the little boy stared Into the eyes of the night Button collects price of his time Little girl glared Sheets of denial

Good mornin' 'lil school girl, Tell your mother and your father, I'm gettin' me an airplane, can I go home, can I go home with you? I'm a little school boy too Woke up this mornin', woke up this mornin', I didn't know what to, I didn't know what to do

Everybody dies famous in a small town Every grandma, in-law, ex-girlfriend maybe knows it just a little too well Whether you're late for church or you're stuck in jail Hey, word's gonna get around Every last one, route one, rural heart's got a story to

Dance for me, dance for me Throw it on the floor for me Yeah come on girl Get your hands in the air Shake it down like you just don't care We can do a little double dare I just wanna see you

Growin' up in the gutter Once upon a time in an apartment home Lived a little girl with a heart of stone Cause part of her heart was partly gone Rarely seen and hardly known Treated like a mat on a boxing ring Blood drop stains on the twin box springs

Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your make-up Soon he will open the door Don't think because there's a ring on your finger You needn't try any more For wives should always be lovers too I'm warning you

Just let me rock, sex you back to sleep girl Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love Don't say a word no, don't you talk Just hold on tight to me girl Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job, sex you back to