Gone Funky Parody Gone Country Alan Jackson lyrics

(Cledus T. Judd/Bruce Burch/Bob McDill)

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 think`s she`ll shape her head, buy a boom box and just turn to rappin`.
She can`t keep up, with them country healthers,
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 favouite 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 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.
Ha ha, `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 says,
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.
He done gone funky.
He done gone funky.
He done gone funky.
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, funky.
He done gone funky.
She done gone funky.