At The Birthplace Of Song On Beloved Music Row,



There's A Picturesque Place Where A Statue Should Go.



It Could Be Harlan Howard Or The Great Bill Monroe.



Why They Chose Naked Giants, We'd All Like To Know.



Chorus:



And They're Dancin' In Circles And Flittin' Around.



The Women Look Chilly, The Men Sure Look Proud.



If It Makes You Think Dirty, Go Ahead, Honk Your Horn.



Oh, The Mayor Done Bought Us Some Hillbilly Porn.



The Songwriters Drive By Five Days A Week,



At The Crack Of 10:30 We All Sneak A Peek.



Like A Flash, Something Sparks In The Creative Mind.



That Slut In The Middle Looks Like My Ex-wife.



Second Chorus:



And They're Dancin' In Circles And Flittin' Around.



The Women Look Chilly, The Men Sure Look Proud.



We All Speculate What The Tambourine's For.



Oh, The Mayor Done Bought Us Some Hillbilly Porn.



Now In The World Of The Arts, There's No Wrong Or Right.



Up In New York City, They Wouldn't Think Twice.



But Down Here The People Are Wreckin' Their Cars.



Nothin' Says Hit Your Brakes Like Big Private Parts.



And Our Mommas Are Shocked And The Baptists Are Mad.



The Tourists Are Shaking Their Pink Cowboy Hats.



They Say ''Back Home We've Got NASCAR And Corn.



But Nashville's Got Football And Hillbilly Porn.''