I was smoking in my shack late one night
When above the moonshine I saw an eire sight
For the monster truck from the garage began to drive
And the driver to my surprise

Was trash
He was trialer trash
The trailer trash
It was a hick town smash
He was trash
His blunt was full of ash
He was trash
He was trailer trash

From the porter potty in the far east
To the truck stop where the bikers feast
The fools all came from their motor homes
To get a jolt from the booze foams

They were all trash
They were all trailer trash
They were white trash
It was an hick town smash
They had petty cash
It caught on like diaper rash
They were all trash
They were all trailer trash

The boozehounds were getting drunk
The door men were giving out free guns
The guests included Duffman
Bubba, and his son

The canteen was rocking blasting over the sounds
Billybob on the banjo, with them howling hounds
The head bangers were about to arrive
With their bluegrass group the Redneck Five

They played with trash
They played with trailer trash
The white trash
And it was a leaf lard smash
They played with trash
It caught on like eating fried hash
They played in trash
They played with trailer trash

Out from the pick-up I heard my cousin scream
Seems she was troubled by just one thing
Open the door to show she was pissed
And said, "What ever happened to Alabama incest?!"

Their now trash
Their now trailer trash
Their now white trash
It was like swimmin' in swamp ash
It's now white trash
It caught on like drinkin' sour mash
It's now trailer trash

Now everything's cool
Jed's now a ranch hand
And the trailer trash is now sweeping the land
For you the neat freaks this song was so screwed
When you get to my door tell them Cleatus sent you

Then you are trash
Then you are trailer trash
The trailer trash
And hang out with Johnny Kash
Then you are trash
You'll catch on like skin rash
Then you'll be trash
Then you'll be trailer trash