It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine
Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line
Drinkin' Jack Black tryin' to kick back
'til the condo's looking like a shotgun shack
you'll be one of us no matter where you're at
When it all goes south (you'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor)
When it all goes south (wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards)
Now it really don't matter what state you're in
One day the south's gonna rise again
There's a Wall Street wonderboy sittin' up north