Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Funky (Parody 'Gone Country' - Alan Jackson)

She's playin' them low life honky tonks
For years in Texas
She's sick and tired of all them songs
keep requestin'

She's about to lose her voice, her fallin' out
And ain't clappin'
So she thinks she'll her head
Buy a boom box just turn to

She can't up
them country heathers
Gonna learn to her boobies
like Salt N' Peppa

She done funky, a brand new tattoo
She done funky, a big nose ring too
She done funky, her favorite rap song's "Shoop"
She gone funky, hah, you go girl

Well, he was good at suckin' up
To all them disc jockeys
It seemed like dag week
Then some new hat act him off the Opry

He had to his bus, his house, his cows
Ain't had a hit since the
Well, fed up with hearin' about
Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Raye
Billy Ray Cyrus, Michael Montgomery, and Joe Diffie

He saw Johnny on MTV
Bought a new new
Said "That's the for me"

He done gone funky, too ahead for his
He done gone funky, burned his cowboy
He done gone funky, wearin' shoes
He done gone funky, oh,

Oh, well, he moved up to
Had big dreams of a songwriter
the only things he's written down lately
Are some orders down at Brown's
If everybody's gone like Ali Jackson sings
"Gonna move to Los Angeles and buy him a machine"

He done funky, hangin' out
With old Doggy Dog, sippin' on gin and juice
He gone funky, do wets for two live crew
He done funky

I feel good, hey, he gone funky
He done gone
He gone funky
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun,
He gone funky
She done gone