"White Trash" as written by and Brad/kennedy Carter....
Well it's Saturday night
And you know what that means
It's time for laps that's right
Start to rev those machines
You may think we're crazy
Driving round and round
But you would be this proud
If your sounds were this loud
Well I got my Holden
And I'm ready for rolling
This car ain't stolen
I've been saving my dough man
You may think I'm crazy
And my brain is thrashed
But you're only saying that
'Cause you ain't true white trash
'Cause I'm white trash
Yeah I'm real white trash
If you want to see white trash
I'll show you white trash
Do you know what I mean
Well I walked out of school at twelve
I couldn't handle those letters
So I started my career
Don't at my uncles car wreckers
You should see my new hairdo
I dyed it jet black
Oh well its short on top
And it's long in the back
Well I got my belt buckle
And I'm wearing it out
'Cause I want to show the ladies what I'm all about
Well my jeans come in all colors as long as its black
'Cause I want to show the world that I'm true white trash


Lyrics submitted by Aslard

"White Trash" as written by Jacob Adams Brad Carter

Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

Lyrics powered by LyricFind

White Trash song meanings
Add your thoughts

14 Comments

sort form View by:

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain