Huh, now lookie here, people Listen to my story A little story 'bout a man named Jed You know something, that poor mountaineer They say he barely kept his family fed
Now, let me tell you, one day he was shootin' Old 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 little Clampett got his own cement pond That little Clampett, he's a millionaire
Now, everyone said Californie 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
Swimming pools Move-a-move-a-movie stars Huh Look at that, look at that
Original "Money for Nothing" music and lyrics by Mark Knopfler and Sting; original "The Ballad of Jed Clampett" lyrics by Paul Henning; parody lyrics by "Weird Al" Yankovic