Beverly Hillbillies/Money for Nothing
by Weird Al Yankovic

Looky here, people... Listen to my story.
A little story 'bout a man named Jed.
You know it, Sultan...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, they came a bubblin' crude!

Oil, that is, well, maybe you call it...
Black Gold or Texas Tea, ea, ea,
We gonna move next to Mr. Drysdale,
And be a Beverly Hillbill-eee-eee!

Before you know it, all the kinfolk are a-sayin',
Hey, Buddy, move away from there!
That little Clampett got his own Cement Pond-
That little Clampett, he's a millionaire!

Now, all the folks say Cal-ee-fornee
Is the place that you ougta be-eee-eee-eee-eee
We gonna load up this here truck now
We got to move to Beverly-eee!

Hills, that is! Swimmin' pools! Move-a-move-a-movie stars!!!

Heh! Look-a-that! Look-a-that!

Beverly! Beverly! Beverly Hillbillies!
( Y'all come back now, ya hear?)
Beverly! Beverly! Beverly Hillbillies!
Beverly! Beverly! Beverly Hillbillies!
Beverly! Beverly! Beverly Hillbillies!
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Lyrics submitted by Thomas.