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Money For Nothing/Beverly Hillbillies

Beverly
Beverly Hillbillies
Now, looka here, people, listen to my story,
A little story 'bout a man named Jed
You know somethin', that poor mountaineer,
They say he barely kept his family fed
Now lemme tell ya, one day he was shootin'
Ol' Jed was shootin' at some food
When all of a sudden, right up from the ground there,
Well, there came a bubblin' crude

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

Before you know it, all the kinfolk are a-sayin',
Yeah, Buddy, move away from there
That litle Clampett got his own cement pond
That little Clampett, he's a millionaire

Now everyone said Californy
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
Swimmin' pools,
Move-a-move-a-movie stars

Huh, looka that looka that
(Beverly, Beverly, Beverly hillbilly)
Y'all come back now, hear?
(Beverly, Beverly, Beverly hillbilly)
(Beverly, Beverly, Beverly hillbilly)