White Trash

White trash you don't call me that baby

You know i love you baby

Don't you think just maybe

The way you talking to me

Would send a chill right through me

White trash don't call me that

White trash don't call me that

You saw me on the wagon

You hitch me to your wagon

The way you talking to me

Will send a chill right through me

White trash don't call me that

White trash don't call me that

White trash don't call me that

I can still smell the sh*t in your hair

I don't matter what kind of

Perfume that you wear

You have been living in the

Backwoods hamburger shack

You can take a bad p*ss

Cuz your'e leaking trash