She's got tattoos on her backside
A Harley-Davidson in the den
She's got an open door for the Marine Corps
She's lookin' for a few good men
She walks out to her mailbox
In her see-through pink tube top
If wasn't for her biker friends
Somebody would've called the cops

And she's a
Trailer park woman
She's a
Mobile home princess
She's the
Queen of manufactured housing

She's a
Trailer park woman
She's a
Mobile home princess
And me, I'm the trailer park king

She spends her nights in a strip joint
Doing some exotic dance
In an out-of-date pair of platform shoes
And worn-out spandex pants
Her kids still live with her mother
And her brother, who's unemployed
She always calls me Elvis
But she knows my name is Floyd
And she's a
Trailer park woman
She's a
Mobile home princess
She's the
Queen of manufactured housing

She's a
Trailer park woman
She's a
Mobile home princess
And me, I'm the trailer park king

She's got a bad reputation
She's the talk of the neighborhood
Maybe her place ain't Graceland
But the furniture's just as good

I often look through her window
When she's gettin' dressed inside
But she don't mind, she looks up to me
'Cause I own a double-wide
I got a concrete block foundation
And she admires it so
She always comes a-knockin'
Whenever there's a tornado
And she's a
Trailer park woman
She's a
Mobile home princess
She's the
Queen of manufactured housing

She's a
Trailer park woman
She's a
Mobile home princess
And me, I'm the trailer park king