The Hamptons

So the dirt road you grew up on wasn't paved in gold And your spoon might've not have been silver In your froot loops bowl So you turned sixteen with some dollar tree streamers Strung up at the pizza hut Closest that you've been to Hollywood is when you went to Dollywood So what? We're all a bunch of dots on maps Little towns that nobody's heard of We grow up and go into the world Trying to show'em all what we're made of Then we spend our lives trying to turn boxes into mansions Be proud of where you came from Nobody's from the Hamptons So your three room double wide Ain't sitting on a seaside coast And your yacht, it's an eight foot jon boat But hell it floats You might be making extra cash working weekends At the sunglass kiosk in the mall Or you'll get rich quick with a Quikstop Winning number ticket playing Powerball We're all a bunch of dots on maps Little towns that nobody's heard of We grow up and go into the world Trying to show'em all what we're made of Then we spend our lives trying to turn boxes into mansions Be proud of where you came from Nobody's from the Hamptons Nobody's from the Hamptons, no We're hardworking two-star, blue collar Boxed wine, mason jar drinkers We're all a little homemade, hand me down Hang around, greener grass dreamers Yeah, we spend our lives trying to turn boxes into mansions Be proud of where you came from Nobody's from the Hamptons Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody's from the Hamptons Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody's from the Hamptons