White Trash Toodle oo

He was a bebopper
He came and left her life
He smacked around a bit
She cut herself with kitchen knives
The the police they came
And took those kids away
Away from the trailer park
Now I can hear the neighbors say
As we went away
What a mess oh what a mess
All those kids are poor white trash
Run away and leave today
All you've ever been is poor white trash

And then I had a job
But soon I had to quit
My boss he had a mouth
That hung open a little bit
His tiny view of life
Depressed and swallowed me
I dreamed of something more
Deep down inside I felt this way
But I couldn't say

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