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 ♪ 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 ♪ 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 ♪ Oh, but it's so hillbilly So barbarian, so barbarian Our children will have that creepy accent Creepy accent, artless accent They try to, try to break us Try to crush all diversity Really small towns are the catastrophe The catastrophe, the catastrophe