Lyrics:

Come on!
Whoa!

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

Baby, you are outta luck
Baby, dont cha know that Im...

Stuck on
The wrong side of the tracks
When ya cross them, sugar
You cant ever go back

Class I got a ton of
Even though its 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, dont cha know that Im...

Stuck on
The wrong side of the tracks
When ya cross them, sugar
You cant 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
Ill 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, dont cha know that Im...

Stuck on
The wrong side of the tracks
When ya cross them, honey
You, cant ever go back

Yeah, Im 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...