Let me tell you about my best friend,
he lives in a trailer park.
Jerry Springer-type of drama is an every day occurance
in his white trash trailer park.
Every Sunday we'd sit on his porch and smoke some weed.
Then we would laugh at his buck-toothed neighbor
while he'd sit and scratch his stinky feet.
And every morning his woman kicks him out
but every night she takes him back.
Well, I guess that's why he always carries his clothes bundled in a garbage bag.
Man, my friend is so white trash
from his fat head down to his white trash Walmart shoes,
and his whole body is covered in some crappy self-made tattoos.
He ain't got no money, because he blew it all on a bag of pot,
but that's allright, yeah, that's okay
because I'm white trash too, and he's the only friend that I've got.
My friend, he's so white trash,
yeah, my friend, he's so white trash,
uh-huh, but understand that it ain't his fault.
His mother made him that way.
You've got to understand it ain't his fault
because his mother made him that way.
He's got a belly like a keg, a busted leg,
and he gets mad when you talk about his mother,
because she's dead.
Cum stains on blood stains on top of piss stains cover his bed.
You could play connect-the-dots with the pimples on his head.
I almost feel sorry for him because his whole life is a mess.
The definition of pathetic is my white trash friend.
My white trash friend,
but he's the only friend I've got.
My white trash friend,
but he's the only friend I've got.
