Got himself a peach colored leisure suit
Hundred dollar bills stuffed in Florsheim boots
Smelling like a mentholated soda pop
Sho' smellin' sweet when the weather gets hot
You got a dime
He's got a dollar
He's the king of corn and porn
From from way back in the holler
They call him the King of the Mountain
A Blue Ridge business man
He's an independant contractor
He's doin' the best that he can
Got himself a camera down in Gunthersville
Bought it with the money from a moonshine still
Makin' hillbilly dew way on back on ridge
Always gotta cold Diet Pepsi in his fist
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You drink it by the glass, you can buy it by the jar
He told my sister that he'd make her a star
His cash flow's about a hundred proof
Just opened up a line of tanning booths
And if ya cousin comes around be sho' to give a holler