Lyrics

[Intro: Granny, Jed, "Weird Al" Yankovic] Dad-blamed Beverly Hills There ain't a possum shank to be bought around here at any price What good is having 68 million dollars, I ask you! Well, this morning it's good for getting a lot of papers signed for Mr. Drysdale (Beverly) You were doing that when I left here two hours ago Beverly hillbillies [Verse 1: "Weird Al" Yankovic] Huh Now lookie here people, listen to my story A little story 'bout a man named Jed You know something? That poor mountaineer They say he barely kept his family fed Now let me tell you, one day he was shootin' Old Jed was shootin' at some food When all of a sudden, right up from the ground there Well, there came a bubblin' crude [Chorus: "Weird Al" Yankovic] 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 [Verse 2: "Weird Al" Yankovic] Before you know it, all the kinfolk are a-sayin' Yeah, buddy, move away from there That little Clampett got his own cement pond That little Clampett, he's a millionaire [Chorus: "Weird Al" Yankovic] Now, everyone said Californ-ee 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 [Outro: "Weird Al" Yankovic] Swimming pools Move-a-move-a-movie stars Huh Look at that, look at that Beverly, Beverly, Beverly, hillbillies (Y'all come back now, y'hear?) Beverly, Beverly, Beverly, hillbillies Beverly, Beverly, Beverly, hill—