I'm finally on the up and up, a little 401KTraded in my trailer park for a neighborhood with a gateQueen finally got her castle‚ last one on the rightyou can't miss itUpgraded from the barbed wire‚ now I got a nice picketI can play high class all day but some things never changeI can't hide it in a closet, I can't stuff it in a trunkI always know there's treasure buried somewhere in the junkI can keep it clean on Sundaysand keep the lights and water onBut I can't keep my white trash off the lawnCarnation from a flowerbed in a whiskey bottle baseCadillac on a cinder block, duct tape on every other thingReal ferns in the sunroom‚ bug zapper by the screenDog hair on the Restoration Hardware, who says you can't have nice things?I can't hide it in a closet, I can't stuff it in a trunkI always know there's treasure buried somewhere in the junkI can keep my roots from showin'‚ but I'm still dishwater blondeBut I can't keep my white trash off the lawnNew money, old habitsLoveseat in the plasticSteak fingers in a basketNew money, old habitsI can't hide it in a closet, I can't stuff it in a trunkI always know there's treasure buried somewhere in the junkI can keep it clean on Sundaysand keep the lights and water onBut I can't keep my white trash off the lawnGot more rooms than the Joneses, y'all, and I'm still addin' onBut I can't keep my white trash off the lawnI'm finally on the up and upI'm finally on the up and up, up and upUp and up, up and up, up and upUp and up, up and up, up and upUp and up, up and up, up and upUp and up, up and up, up and upUp and up, up and up, up and upUp and up, up and up, up and upUp and up, up and up, up and upUp and up, up and up, up and upUp and up, up and up, up and up
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I'm finally on the up and up, a little 401K
Traded in my trailer park for a neighborhood with a gate
Queen finally got her castle‚ last one on the right
you can't miss it
Upgraded from the barbed wire‚ now I got a nice picket
I can play high class all day but some things never change
I can't hide it in a closet, I can't stuff it in a trunk
I always know there's treasure buried somewhere in the junk
I can keep it clean on Sundays
and keep the lights and water on
But I can't keep my white trash off the lawn
Carnation from a flowerbed in a whiskey bottle base
Cadillac on a cinder block, duct tape on every other thing
Real ferns in the sunroom‚ bug zapper by the screen
Dog hair on the Restoration Hardware, who says you can't have nice things?
I can't hide it in a closet, I can't stuff it in a trunk
I always know there's treasure buried somewhere in the junk
I can keep my roots from showin'‚ but I'm still dishwater blonde
But I can't keep my white trash off the lawn
New money, old habits
Loveseat in the plastic
Steak fingers in a basket
New money, old habits
I can't hide it in a closet, I can't stuff it in a trunk
I always know there's treasure buried somewhere in the junk
I can keep it clean on Sundays
and keep the lights and water on
But I can't keep my white trash off the lawn
Got more rooms than the Joneses, y'all, and I'm still addin' on
But I can't keep my white trash off the lawn
I'm finally on the up and up
I'm finally on the up and up, up and up
Up and up, up and up, up and up
Up and up, up and up, up and up
Up and up, up and up, up and up
Up and up, up and up, up and up
Up and up, up and up, up and up
Up and up, up and up, up and up
Up and up, up and up, up and up
Up and up, up and up, up and up
Up and up, up and up, up and up
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