Lyrics:

Come on!
Whoa!

Tryin' to make a silk purse
From a drunken pig, now
Just because the masses do it
Don't mean that it's hip
You can lead a whore to culture
But you cannot make her think
You can try to give her champagne
But a beer's her favorite drink

Baby, you are outta luck
Baby, don't cha know that I'm...

Stuck on
The wrong side of the tracks
When ya cross them, sugar
You can't ever go back

Class I got a ton of
Even though it's all low, now
When it comes to bad behavior
You know I steal the show, huh!
Like to scare the next door neighbors
Bring the property values down
What was once a little mansion
Well, it seems so damned rundown

Baby, you are outta luck
Baby, don't cha know that I'm...

Stuck on
The wrong side of the tracks
When ya cross them, sugar
You can't ever go back, whoa!

If the music makes me money
And it brings me lots of cash
Well, the people at the country club
Will they call me nouveau trash
Because I pull up on my Harley
Not a Jaguar or a Benz
I'll be tearin' up the golf course
With all my drunken friends

Baby, you are outta luck
Yes, you are, yes, you are, yes, you are
Baby, don't cha know that I'm...

Stuck on
The wrong side of the tracks
When ya cross them, honey
You, can't ever go back

Yeah, I'm stuck on
The wrong side of the tracks
Wrong side of the tracks, wrong side of the tracks
Wrong side of the tracks, wrong side of the tracks...