Hill by The great Luke Ski Lyrics
Hank: "Yep."
Dale: "Yep."
Bill: "Yep."
Boomhauer: "Yep."
In Arlen, Texas
That's where you'll find the upper middle class
Journey to the alleyway
And you'll will hear what Hank Hill will say:
Hank: "Boy, I tell you what
My son Bobby's actin' like a nut
Gonna set him straight tonight
Because you know that the boy ain't right."
Now people listen, attentively
To all the middle age senility
I thought I had seen ultra-conservatives
Until I heard the old men talking like this:
Hank: "Bobby told me he wants to buy a rap music album. I told him that kind of thing is for urban delinquents only."
Dalе: "Rap music? Sounds a bit oxymoronic to me."
Bill: "Why don't they bring back good bands, like Lynyrd Skynyrd?"
Boomhauеr: "Yeah, Skynyrd! WOOO! Play that dang ole' Freebird, man."
This is a place where Hank and Peggy
Do their best to raise their son, Bobby
It's hard to teach him to be a man
When he's modeling wigs to help Luanne
In Arlen, Texas
That's where you'll find the upper middle class
Journey to the alleyway
And you'll will hear what Hank Hill will say:
Hank: "Ugh. Luanne kept me up all night listening to that 'alternative' music."
Dale: "That so-called 'alternative music' was invented by the U.S. Government as an experiment to get teenagers to subliminally give themselves over as organ donors to the space aliens. Kurt Cobain didn't commit suicide, he just knew too much."
Peggy, Bobby, Hank, Luanne, Boomhauer and Bill and Dale
Hank's on his lawnmower every spring
So the whole neighborhood knows he's the king!
Boy, I'll tell you what
My son Bobby's actin' like a nut
Gonna set him straight tonight (Peggy habla,)
Because you know that the boy ain't right. (Habla Espanol!)
Hank: "Now Bobby wants to take Swing dance lessons. When is that boy going to learn that men aren't supposed to dance?"
Bill: "Uh, I dunno, Hank. Private Francis out at the base is a really good dancer. Although, I'm technically not supposed to be asking him about it, and even if I did he's not supposed to tell me anyway."
Hank: "Shut up, Bill."
Now the B and the O and the O and the M and the H and the A and the U E R
Women all, they are his
But no one understands a word he says!
H and the A and the N and the K and the H and the I and the L L
All night long, he'll complain
And in the daylight he will sell propane!
Boomhauer: "Boy, I'll tell you what, man, you've got that dang ole' swing music, man, all kinds of kids up there dancing around wearing khaki jeans, pork pie hats, looking like a dang ole' Jim Carrey from The Mask. You've got a Zoot Suit Riot doin' the Stray Cat Strut, put a dang ole' lid on it, man. First you've gotta jump jive and ya wail and ya jump jive and ya wail and you jump jive and your dang ole' wa-ail, man."
Dale: "Yep."
Bill: "Yep."
Boomhauer: "Yep."
In Arlen, Texas
That's where you'll find the upper middle class
Journey to the alleyway
And you'll will hear what Hank Hill will say:
Hank: "Boy, I tell you what
My son Bobby's actin' like a nut
Gonna set him straight tonight
Because you know that the boy ain't right."
Now people listen, attentively
To all the middle age senility
I thought I had seen ultra-conservatives
Until I heard the old men talking like this:
Hank: "Bobby told me he wants to buy a rap music album. I told him that kind of thing is for urban delinquents only."
Dalе: "Rap music? Sounds a bit oxymoronic to me."
Bill: "Why don't they bring back good bands, like Lynyrd Skynyrd?"
Boomhauеr: "Yeah, Skynyrd! WOOO! Play that dang ole' Freebird, man."
This is a place where Hank and Peggy
Do their best to raise their son, Bobby
It's hard to teach him to be a man
When he's modeling wigs to help Luanne
In Arlen, Texas
That's where you'll find the upper middle class
Journey to the alleyway
And you'll will hear what Hank Hill will say:
Hank: "Ugh. Luanne kept me up all night listening to that 'alternative' music."
Dale: "That so-called 'alternative music' was invented by the U.S. Government as an experiment to get teenagers to subliminally give themselves over as organ donors to the space aliens. Kurt Cobain didn't commit suicide, he just knew too much."
Peggy, Bobby, Hank, Luanne, Boomhauer and Bill and Dale
Hank's on his lawnmower every spring
So the whole neighborhood knows he's the king!
Boy, I'll tell you what
My son Bobby's actin' like a nut
Gonna set him straight tonight (Peggy habla,)
Because you know that the boy ain't right. (Habla Espanol!)
Hank: "Now Bobby wants to take Swing dance lessons. When is that boy going to learn that men aren't supposed to dance?"
Bill: "Uh, I dunno, Hank. Private Francis out at the base is a really good dancer. Although, I'm technically not supposed to be asking him about it, and even if I did he's not supposed to tell me anyway."
Hank: "Shut up, Bill."
Now the B and the O and the O and the M and the H and the A and the U E R
Women all, they are his
But no one understands a word he says!
H and the A and the N and the K and the H and the I and the L L
All night long, he'll complain
And in the daylight he will sell propane!
Boomhauer: "Boy, I'll tell you what, man, you've got that dang ole' swing music, man, all kinds of kids up there dancing around wearing khaki jeans, pork pie hats, looking like a dang ole' Jim Carrey from The Mask. You've got a Zoot Suit Riot doin' the Stray Cat Strut, put a dang ole' lid on it, man. First you've gotta jump jive and ya wail and ya jump jive and ya wail and you jump jive and your dang ole' wa-ail, man."