Gone Funky (parody Of Gone Country By Alan Jackson.) Lyrics - Cledus T. Judd

She's been playin' them low life honky tonks 

For thirty years in Texas 

She's sick and tired of all them Reba songs 

They keep requestin' 

She's about to lose her voice, her hair's fallin' out 

And ain't nobody clappin' 

So she thinks she'll shape her head 

Buy a boom box just turn to rappin' 

She can't keep up 

With them country heathers 

Gonna learn to shake her boobies 

Just like Salt N' Peppa 

She done gone funky, a brand new tattoo 

She done gone funky, a big nose ring too 

She done gone funky, her favorite rap song's "Shoop" 

She done gone funky, hah, you go girl 

Well, he never was good at suckin' up 

To all them country disc jockeys 

It seemed like dag blammed week 

Then some new hat act bumped him off the Opry 

He had to sell his bus, his house, his cows 

Ain't had a hit since the sixties 

Well, he's fed up with hearin' about 

Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Collin Raye 

Billy Ray Cyrus, John Michael Montgomery, and Joe Diffie 

He saw Johnny Cash on MTV 

Bought a new new toupee 

Said "That's the place for me" 

He done gone funky, too ahead for his boots 

He done gone funky, burned his cowboy boots 

He done gone funky, wearin' platform shoes 

He done gone funky, oh, Suki 

Oh, well, he moved up to Nashville 

Had big dreams of being a songwriter 

'Bout the only things he's written down lately 

Are some orders down at Brown's diner 

If everybody's gone country like Ali Jackson sings 

"Gonna move to Los Angeles and buy him a drum machine" 

He done gone funky, hangin' out 

With old Sloop Doggy Dog, sippin' on gin and juice 

He done gone funky, do wets for two live crew 

He done gone funky 

I feel good, hey, he done gone funky 

He done gone funky 

He done gone funky 

Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, funky 

He done gone funky 

She done gone funky