White Trash

I'm finally on the up and up
A little 401K
Traded in my trailer park
For a baby hood with a gate
We finally got a castle
Last one on the right, you can't miss it
Upgraded from the barbed wire
Now I got a nice picket
I can't 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't keep it clean on Sundays
And keep the lights and water on
But I can't keep my white trash off the lawn

Car engine from a flowerbed
In a whiskey bottle base
Cadillac on a cinderblock
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't keep my roots from showing
But I'm still dishwater blonde
And 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't 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 Jones'
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