Have you got your maw treated?

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Last night when I come in, they had my treat on top of the piani.

I feared you'd catch me sooner or later.

Whatever we a clan or a nest of mice!

Either you get rid of them dogs or I'm leaving.

Hillbilly, that is.

How can I give music lessons when every time I open my mouth to sing or yodel, 15 dogs jump on me?

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

I'll go watch the cellar door.

You know he can't get in the back because Granny's in the kitchen.

Earl, you go on in the drawing room and cut loose.

Oh, la, la, la, la, do, dee, dee.

Oh, la, la, la, la, do, dee, dee.

Oh, la, la, la, la, do, dee, dee.

Oh, la, la, la, la, do, dee, dee.

Oh, la, la, la, la, do, dee, dee.

Oh, la, la, la, dee.

Don't get her, gang.

We're going in it for everyone.