Cledus T. Judd Gone Funky lyrics

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 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
Ho

Oo, I feel good, hey
He done gone funky
He done gone funky
He done gone funky

Fun-fun-funky
He done gone funky
She done gone funky