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 cee-ment 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)
