歌詞: Cledus T. Judd. Gone Funky (Parody 'Gone Country' - 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 ain't nobody clappin'
So she thinks she'll shape her head
Buy a boom box just turn to rappin'

She can't keep up
With them country heathers
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 favorite 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 up 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
'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 sings
"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, 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