[Verse 1]
Over there at the lavender fields
Where the world's still full of purity
Won't someone please move in with me?
This old farmhouse shall be our shelter

[Chorus 1]
Oh, but it's so hillbilly
So barbarian, so barbarian
Alone here, I will drown in ignorance
Drown in ignorance, drown in ignorance
They try to, try to break me
Tear me down into pieces
With their thinking of low capacity
Of low capacity, of low capacity

[Verse 2]
Between wine yards and mulberry trees
Where the world's still full of clarity
It could be the best thing for our families
To grow a huge bewitched garden

[Chorus 2]
Oh, but it's so hillbilly
So barbarian, so barbarian
Our children will have this creepy accent
Creepy accent, artless accent
They try to, try to break us
Try to crush all diversity
Really small towns are a catastrophe
A catastrophe, a catastrophe