billyhilly he’s the king of the hill billhilly he hits

the sour mash swill billhilly he made it off the

farm he’s kickin’ up dirt out on the loose he

haw ha chewin’ on roots always down on

the chicken shack he’s leavin’ for the city

and he ain’t comin’ back do the do se do

with the off road know how cops a feel like

he milks a cow he’s going far in the land of

steel got everybody talkin’ about the full

moon swill life of the party buck knife rowdy

slappin’ his knee like laurel slapped hardy

do-se-do on a concrete lotion he put it all in

motion jumpin’ the barbed wire hoppin’ the

pool flintstone brakes using john deere tools

like jed clampett jumped the claim billhilly is

his name he’s never meaning no harm yank

out the plug he’s strummin’ on a banjo a lot

square dance hoedown rodeo and a bucket

full of rocks passing the jug and the catfish

crock-pot hayseed with a gun like a trumpet

barefoot drinking from a dixie cup picking his

teeth with an old switchblade loogie to the

dew can 20 feet away from the coal mine to

the combine ransack the shack and treat the

girls fine day-in day-out always looking up

when he takes downtown making soo-ee

sounds now everybody on the block ain’t

wearin no shoes ain’t wearin no socks got

the itch for the mountain way watchin’ old

billy and his jug band play