Well, your feet won't show under the bridge table.

Granny, those smart capris are supposed to show, but where are your beautiful pumps?

If that wasn't bad enough, they put on the worst show I ever did see.

Well, let's climb up to the top, get us a good seat, wait for the show.

Oh, Granny, you are a vision of a sheet Beverly Hills hostess from your head right down to your... My bloomers are showing again.

Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed.

A poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

Oil, that is.

Black gold.

Texas tea.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

Said, California's the place you ought to be.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

Swimming pools, movie stars.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

The End

My doggy's granny, you sure you're doing some high-powered rocking?

Doing some high-powered thinking.