Gone Funky Songtext
von Cledus T. Judd

She′s been playing 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 shave her head, buy a boombox
And just turn to rappin'
She can′t keep up with them country heifers
Gonna learn to shake her booty
Just like Salt-n-Pepa
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 is "Shoot"
She done gone funky
Ha! You go, girl!
Well, he never was good at suckin' up


To all them country disc jockeys
It seems like every dad-blamed weekend
Some new hadass bumps him off the Opry
He had to sell his bus, his house, his cows
Ain′t had a hit since the '60s
Well, he's fed up with hearing about
Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Cole and Ray
Bill and Ray Cyrus, John Mike Montgomery
And Joel Diffie
He saw Johnny Cash on MTV
Bought a new toupee
Said, "That′s the place for me."
He done gone funky
To heck with his roots
He done gone funky
Burned his cowboy boots
He done gone funky
Wearin′ platform shoes
He done gone funky
Aw, sookie!
Well, he moved up to Nashville
Had big dreams of being a songwriter
Haha, 'bout the only thing he′s written down lately
Are some orders down at Brown's Diner
If everybody′s gone country
Like Alan Jackson sings
Gonna move to Los Angeles
And buy him a drum machine
He done gone funky
Hangin' out with old Snoop
Doggy Dogg
Sippin′ on gin and juice
He done gone funky
Duets with 2 Live Crew
He done gone funky
Whoa
Ooh, I feel good, hey!
He done gone funky
He done gone funky
He done gone funky
Fo-fo-fo-fo-fo-fo-fo-funky
He done gone funky
She done gone funky