Mr Frump In The Iron Lung Lyrics

Mr Frump In The Iron Lung

Beverly.
Beverly Hillbillies.
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)