Hillbilly lyrics
by Richard Pryor
[Intro]
(Applause)
Ladies and gentlemen, Richard Pryor.
[Opening]
(Screaming and cheers)
No, motherf*cker. What's the matter with my leg? My di*k hard!
(Applause)
Sound like a white boy asked that question, huh?
"What’s wrong with your leg? Golly!"
"I'll tell ya. You know what, this country is a goddamn good place to live. f*ckin'-A, better believe it, buddy. America is my home. I don’t give a f*ck, you love it or leave it, goddamnit. Our f*ckin' forefathers, we come over to this f*ckin' place, I'll tell you what; there wasn't sh*t here! Goddamn bunch of Indians hootin' and hollerin', makin' f*ckin’ noise all over. Buffalo sh*t layin’ around! Cleaned this goddamn place up, made it what it is today. You better f*ckin'-A believe it!"
(Breaks character) Hillbillies f*ck good now. Now, come on. Let’s fess up. Hillbillies they make noise when they f*ck like, "Hotdamn! Here it come! Hang on! Yeee-haw! Yeeee-he-haw!"