The Beverly Hillbilly.

Oh, boy.

Hillbilly, that is.

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

Here in Beverly Hills, they ain't got no creek nor river to turn the mill wheel.

So help me, if those uncouth hillbillies become my social peers, life will cease to be worth living.

Oh, they may be a bit unrefined, but at least they don't run around the streets of Beverly Hills smashed.

Oh.

Uh, Mr. Chauffeur, you make old Sibu play.

Very good, madam.

Good day, sir.

Yes, sir.

Sure is, if it don't rain.

See, that's the way to live.

A big limousine and a livered chauffeur.

And them folks just no use high society.

All you got to do is say a few of them French words and they go to bowing and scraping all over the place.

What's all this stuff?

Them surprises for everybody.

High society surprises.