Here's a parody of an older hit, Mark Wills' "19 Somethin'" from a true redneck's point of view.
Saw Smokey’n the Bandit ‘bout eight times
Had the words to ‘Convoy’ memorized
And I've seen the stuff they put inside...
Cheech and Chong (yeah)
I was Archie Manning in my backyard
Had a beercase full of wrasslin’ cards
And a couple of Buford Pusser scars
On my right arm.
I was a kid when Nixon lied
And my momma cried...
It was nineteen seventy somepin'
In the world that I growed up in
Richard Petty hairdo days
Molly Hatchet on eight track tapes
Lookin' back now get’s me pukin’
Oh man, did I act stupid
But I wouldn't trade them days for nothin'
Yeehaw, it was nineteen seventy-somepin'.
It was the dawning of the 80’s now
We got our first trailer house
Mama broke down and
Finally shaved them old sideburns off
I got me a Jam box Stereo
Watched them Friday Night Videos
My first love was Missy Jo
On that Hee Haw show.
In 83’ Slim Pickens died
I welled up and cried...
It was nineteen eighty-somepin'
In the world that I growed up in
Cold Schlitz and jacked up trucks
Mullet heads fightin’ with brass knucks
And lookin' back now gets me queezy
Oh man, did I look sleazy
But I wouldn't trade them days for nothin'
Oh it was nineteen eighty-somepin'.
Now I'm in prison till 2013
My 6 kids are missin’ me
And I wish...
Sometimes...
It was nineteen eighty-somepin'
In the world that I growed up in
Motley Crue and gettin’ laid
Acid washed jeans at the arcade
And lookin' back now gets me pukin’
Oh man, did I act stupid
But I wouldn't trade them days for nothin'
Whoo, it was nineteen eighty-somepin'
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