white trash don't call me that white trash you don't call me that baby you know i love you baby don't you think just maybe the way you talking to me would send a chill right through me white trash don't call me that white trash don't call me that you saw me on the wagon you hitch me to your wagon the way you talking to me will send a chill right through me white trash don't call me that white trash don't call me that white trash don't call me that i can still smell the sh*t in your hair i don't matter what kind of perfume that you wear you have been living in the backwoods hamburger shack you can take a bad p*ss cause your'e leaking trash