Lyrics:

Do you like the way that sounds?
Little Jimmy Jackson is jacking up his Bronco
He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull
And all the girls are gettin' pretty, they're sprayin' on the White Rain
Yeah, they're gonna get a rowdy tonight down at the football game
Yeah, we let it rip
When we got the money, let it roll
If we got the gas, it gets wild
Yeah, but that's the way we get down
In a hicktown
Well, you can see the neighbor's butt crack nailin' on his shingles
And his woman smokin' Pall Malls watchin' Laura Ingalls
And granny's gettin' lit, she's headin' out to bingo
Yeah, my buddies and me are goin' muddin' down on Blue Hole Road
You know, you know
We let it rip
When we got the money, let it roll
If we got the gas, it gets wild
Yeah, but that's the way we get down
In a hicktown
Oh, stand on it
We hear folks in the city party in Martini Bars
And they like to show off in their fancy foreign cars
Out here in the boondocks, we buy beer at Amoco
And crank our Draco speakers with that country radio
We let it rip
When we got the money, let it roll
If we got the gas, it gets wild
Yeah, but that's the way we get down
Oh, oh
We let it rip
When we got the money, let it roll
If we got the gas, it's buckwild
Yeah, but that's the way we get down
In a hicktown
In a hicktown
Yeah, it's the way we get down
Yeah, in hicktown
In hicktown
Aw, we ain't finished yet
Got your country boys and your redneck girls
It's the party heard 'round the world
Right here in hicktown
In hicktown
The whole town's gettin' down
Yeah, we let it rip
When we got the money, let it roll
If we got the gas, it's buckwild
Yeah, but that's the way we get down
In a hicktown
In a hicktown
Yeah, it's the way we get down
Oh, take it home