The Beverly Hillbilly.

You know his wife.

Help him, help her, she borrowed his amigo.

Hillbilly, that is.

Tell him Mumsy wants to hear his sweet voice.

He jumped in the pond with his clothes on.

Well, look who's getting too smart for his britches.

We gotta pitch in and see that his wife gets cured.

Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

Man serves a poor purpose in this world if he can't help his neighbor.

The Clampett's gardener shouldn't leave his car parked in the front driveway that way.

He is so ashamed of his wife, he don't even want us to meet her.

As a matter of fact, he's stretched out on the sofa right now, having his nap.

Well, the moment he wakens, you take his temperature and give him some of that blue medicine.

Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

If Margaret gets one look at those hillbillies next door, she'll leave me.

Oh, the doctors here are just as silly as the ones in Beverly Hills.

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

OK, Granny.

Come on, come on.