Tryin' to make a silk purse from a drunken pig  Just because the masses do it, don't mean that it's hip  You can lead a whore to culture  But you cannot make her think  You can try to give her champagne  But a beer's her favorite drink    Baby you are outta luck  Baby dontcha know that I'm    Stuck on  The Wrong Side Of The Tracks  When ya cross them baby  Can't ever go back    Class I got a ton of, even though it's all low  When it comes to bad behavior, you know I steal the show  Like to scare the next door neighbors,  Bring the property values down  What was once a little mansion  Well it seems so damned runned down    Baby you are outta luck  Baby dontcha know that I'm    Stuck on  The Wrong Side Of The Tracks  When ya cross them baby  Can't ever go back    If my music makes me money  And it brings me lots o' cash  Will they call me nouveau trash    'Cause I pull up on my Harley  Not a Jaguar or a Benz  I'll be tearin' up the golf course  With all my drunken friends    Baby you are outta luck  Baby dontcha know that I'm    Stuck on  The Wrong Side Of The Tracks  When ya cross them baby  Can't ever go back    Yeah I'm stuck on  Wrong Side Of The Tracks, Wrong Side Of The Tracks  Wrong Side Of The Tracks, Wrong Side Of The Tracks...    these lyrics are submitted by RikkiStixx