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Song Parodies -> "E.I.E.I.O"

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Neurotic Cat

The Lyrics

Sung by a trailer trash girl. . .it seems that Old McDonald's got other things on his farm . . .
Uh.. hey y'all hey y'all
Uh.. To all my honkies in the trailer park
Yee Hawwwwwwwww!
Uh, uh..
Hey y'all, watch this!
Crackers.. y'all ready?
Alabama! Let me hear y'all
I'm a sucka for mullets and dirty wife beaters(hey)
Tattoos with "Mom" and hand-me-down sneakers (alright)
Hokieville?? A city, only the size of a box
We droppin outta high school because we got knocked
Who knows? I don't!
And I love it when you wear way too much cologne
And your belly's down low to the flo', and there you are
At the local bar
And everytime you grease your hair, baby "Gimme Some Sugah'"
You say you like that, when I'm pickin my boogers
And I'll be hot and bothered by your cheesy pick-up lines
You use 'em- time after time, and you're blowin' my mind
It's no matter if you're smellin' bad or missin' a tooth
I ask em, "Who's that, talkin bad about my Bubba?"
Somebody probably jealous cause of his large belt buckle
But ain't nobody else attractin' flies like that
Should he apologize? Now way, it makes me hot, HEY!
Refrain: repeat 2X
Old McDonald makes me scream, E.I. E.I.
Uh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What's the rooster say?
Old McDonald makes me scream, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You know I'm there everyday
We can go drinkin' till the break of dawn, cracker
Money's gone baby
Pull up the shirt so I can see your beer gut, baby
Some say my standards are low, but I really want a baby
If you ain't got money then I want you, baby
I'm fast—very fast—when I see you
Billy Joe, don't be scared, it's only my hair-do
He drives fastly, it his low-rider pick-up
With the paint peelin' and the broken clutch
Bathed in Old Spice, somethin smells amazin'
I got a honkie rollin up, and he's in the Klan
Another one drinkin', tellin me to cook him dinner
And a bible-thumper who calls me a sinner
I been with my cousin, my daddy, even my brother
I can't tell one hick from the other
Get a room in Motel 6 and then to get pregnant
By some grease-monkey who doesn't pay child support
South Carolina y'all, uh, uh
Uh, can you feel that?
Valdosta uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, Uncle Junior I love ya lots
Yell it Jeff Foxworhty uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, chillin chillin chillin with the hicks y'all

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