The uptown trailor park funk jam

Well, spring has sprung
And the the time has come
To fire up them Coleman stoves
Do us a favor
And call all the neighbors
'Cuz they'll all come in droves
Well, Billie Joe is way down below
And he knows what it means
He's going to call up Uncle Mo
And bring that can of beans
Well jump in the car
'Cuz we'll go far
We're gonna raise some hell
Put your panties back on the clothes line
And ring that dinner bell
Open the gate stay up late
'Cuz this time anything goes
It's time to crank it up to ten
On our Camaro stereos

In the light we'll do it right
But wait 'till after dark
'Cuz the cops won't bother your
Mother your father in this here trailor park

We're going uptown
That's where we really get down
Don't wanna be downtown anymore

Yes indeed let's jamboree
'Cuz we just got a bottle of Jack
If Aunt Regina feels like fighting
Billie Joe has got my back
Well my brother Ray
Will be out on bail
You know he's got the point
He's going to wake up our grandmother
and make her roll a joint
Well jump in the car
'Cuz we'll go far
We're going to raise some hell
Make sure you bring them foodstamps
And try to ignore the smell
Open the latch
And chug down a Pabst
'Cause this time it's for real
We're uptown in the trailor park
We got to do anything we feel