Song Length |
3:18 |
Genre |
World - Reggae/Caribbean |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Lyrics
Way out west in California in the center of the state,
there's a giant trailor park that everybody knows.
When it comes to art and culture, there is only agriculture
and they get their inspiration from the Jerry Springer show
One day they started shoutin, something must be done,
to make our trailor park number one.
So they elected a new mayor, he was straight from Hollywood,
then they all remodeled the airport, they were feeling mighty good.
Chorus- You can be a big fish in a small town,
you can fool alot of folks and then,
you can take some people out of the trailor park,
but you can not take the trailor park out of them.
They said downtown is dead, let's build a stadium,
we could generate revenue and class,
for awhile they made some money from the parking meter cops,
there was nowhere left to park but on the stadium grass.
You got to have your hair cut in the mullet style,
got to drive a black camaro z 28.
All the tattoo-ed women livin up and down the aisle,
it's where Scott Petersen, went to find a date.
Chorus-
I just wanna warn you, not complain or whine,
do not stop there if you have to drive up hi-way 99,
your IQ will drop to forty and your offspring, they will bark,
if you should go into, the giant trailor park,
do not go into, the giant trailor park.
Chorus, out,