(Lyrics: J. Harte, Music: B. Walker)
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Well IĄŻm a shake city hing in a stretch limousine.
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SuckinĄŻ cheap suds from a can,
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WearinĄŻ torn out jeans and tearinĄŻ worn out seams.
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LookinĄŻ sleazy but donĄŻt give a damn.
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Raising hell like no one else,
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Like no rich city slicker could.
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Got the nasty reputation that the bad girls like.
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And my bank books lookinĄŻ good cus IĄŻmĄŠ
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White trash with cash, rollinĄŻ in the dough,
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And IĄŻm burninĄŻ it fast.
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White trash with cash, got the fuel for the fire,
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And thereĄŻs no time to spare.
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High societies worst nightmare.
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Beverly Hills bash, well I think IĄŻll pass.
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Let me tell ya where IĄŻd rather be.
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DancinĄŻ with the devil, out all night with the boys.
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Another round around on me.
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Not respected, been rejected all the way up the line.
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But that never slowed a poor boy down.
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LaughinĄŻ last, laughinĄŻ hardest, laughinĄŻ all of the time,
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At the people when they hear the sound.
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(Chorus)
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I got enough to make it last, got a full tank of gas.
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Gotta lot of money, but I got no class.
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LivinĄŻ like IĄŻm crazy cusĄŻ IĄŻm justĄŠ
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(Chorus)
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White Trash With Cash
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| Marvelous 3 |
