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
Love-seat 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