We hear Hollywood's the place to be. We sent Pa ahead to scout out the land.
We ain't never been called squatters...
We'll make good use 'o the land. The cousins can kill most anything, and the gals can cook up grits 'n crawdads like nobody's business.
I reckon we'll have to say to goodbye to the farm...
Some things we'll have to leave behind.
We packed up all our goods, and we're off.
Binky's looking forward to life in the big city...
And the twins are hopin' to meet some perty gals.
When we git there, we'll dance a jig and break open the bubbly. Hollywood here we come!
