Lyrics:

[Parody of 'Gone Country' by Alan Jackson]

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 there ain't nobody clappin'.
So she think's she'll shave 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 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 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 every dag-blammed weekend, some new hat act bumps 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 up with hearin' about Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Collin Raye, Billy Ray Cyrus, John Michael Montgomery, and Joe Diffie.
Then 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 roots.
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, but 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.

Uh! I feel good, hey!
He done gone funky.
He done gone funky.
He done gone funky.
Fun-fun-fun-fun-fun-fun-fun-funky.
He done gone funky.
She done gone funky.