Lyrics:

I just got off, work at 5, drivin’ that ‘ol van I drive,
overalls, and dirty boots,
but Uncle Bill needed a funeral suit,
so when I walked in that fancy store,
they looked at me like I was poor,
but a wad of hundred dollar bills caused a stir,
it went from “don’t take checks” to “right away yes sir”

Upper middle class white trash,
my pockets cant hold all my cash,
cause one day I stopped to pee,
got some gas and won the lottery,
now I’ve invested in my neighborhood,
my friends and family, there all livin pretty good,
a trailer park full of Cadillac’s,
an upper middle class white trash

I got my home-boy Chris, a brand new shop,
for all those cars on cinder blocks,
and cousin Charlie thinks its cool
to keep a large mouth bass in his new swimmin’ pool,
I had a birthday party for mama last night,
in her ninety and a half foot triple wide,
you ain’t seen nothin’ if you ain’t seen
NASCAR on a sixty inch plasma screen!

Upper middle class white trash,
my pockets cant hold all my cash,
cause one day I stopped to pee,
got some gas and won the lottery,
now I’ve invested in my neighborhood,
my friends and family, there all livin pretty good,
a trailer park full of Cadillac’s,
an upper middle class white trash

Buyin’ chicken wings buy the buckets,
we can’t eat ‘em all so we just say chuck it,
all the miller light you can handle,
a hundred and fifty seven movie channels

Upper middle class white trash,
my pockets cant hold all my cash,
cause one day I stopped to pee,
got some gas and won the lottery,
now I’ve invested in my neighborhood,
my friends and family, there all livin pretty good,
a trailer park full of Cadillac’s,
an upper middle class white trash

So pop a top, sit back and relax
all you upper middle class white trash!