Too tight, these small ten-footers,
The wife's huge hooters
Don't fit
Her fat butt in the kitchen,
Can't be scratched, if it's itchin'
A bit

Eyeballed new big ass trailer,
Shamed ships a sailor
Would ride..
Borr-owed the cash from Bubba,
Got a gigantic double,
TWO WIDE...

Envy me, envy me, envy me,..poor you,
I'm sure that ya' do..
You'd kill to own this huge double WIDE TWO
But ya' see, but ya' see, but ya' see..friend, Lou
Your dream can't come true.
Won't part with no part of this art
It's my shiny Keeper-oo...

Liv-in room's fit for strollin'..
Could do some bowlin'
In here..
Chill'n on my sectioned sofy..
And admire'n my trophy
Bagged deer

Sheds off a glow real nifty,
Like that Ford One-Fifty
I ride
Two king size beds for slumber.
Make a plum of my number
TWO WIDE

Gonna' make this mo-byle home
A final rest-in' place
Told the undertaker over by
Pete's used car space..
When the misses and me, both bite the dust,
Take our bank trust,
..Cremate..
Dump the ashes in here,
And burn it clear
Down, Nate..
Do not wait...

They won't call it arson,
Cuz' we'll have the par-son say..
It's a shrine where dear old
Clem 'n Emma's souls.. can play
We'll keep hauntin' this spot, spiritually,
Just like we did before.
Our precious TWO WIDE, still our pride,
Maybe even enjoy it more..

Nice redwood deck for summer,
Hot tub's from plumber,
We called
Backyard banks on the river
Up on blocks, my old flivver
Sits stalled

See our hound coon dog, Shirley
She got up pretty early
This morn..
Sort of an idle sitter
Since her new puppy litter
Was born..

Hain't it nice, hain't it nice, hain't it nice? Eh,Tug?
Here swig on this jug..
Need a chew..take a chaw..
Off of my plug..
Doncha' dig, doncha' dig, doncha' dig
This Gib?
A home just as fine, and divine,
As the ones rappers call their crib..
(Bet'chur bib!)

Gonna' make this mo-byle home
The final rest-in' place
Told the undertaker over by
Pete's used car space..
When the misses and me, both bite the dust,
Take our bank trust,
..Cremate..
Dump the ashes in here,
And burn it clear
Down, Nate..
Do not wait...

They can't call it arson,
Cuz' we'll have the pars-on say..
It's a shrine where dear old
Clem 'n Emma's souls.. still play
We'll keep hauntin' this spot, spiritually,
Just like we did before.
Our precious TWO WIDE, still our pride,
Maybe even enjoy it more..

Those who believe will see us,
Wishin' they could be us,
And all..
Still here at "Happy Acres"
Just watchin' those Lakers
Play ball..

Still here at "Happy Acres"
And watchin' those Lakers
Play ball..

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