No offence to anyone who lives in Alabama. This is a joke song for my comedy cd for boaters. I know there have been several on this Margaritaville song but here's my take. What to you think?
I'm looking for something better for the first lines but can't think of a rhyme for the 2nd half of the line-
For example I'd like something like this-

Living on corn bread-------------------- (admirin' my new shed?, maybe I'm brain dead?,


Alabamaville-(Margaritaville parody)-by Eddy B

Livin' on welfare, waitin' on healthcare, cleanin' my shotgun with 3 in 1 oil
Blowin' some smoke rings, on my front porch swing
Smell those hot dogs beginning to boil


Chorus-
Wastin' away again here in Alabamaville, reachin' for my last pitcher of malt
Some people say that there's a woman to blame,
I'll I know, It's always my fault


I don't know the reason, I ain't changed all season
Nothin' to show but a skid mark or two
But it's a real beauty, a real tutie fruitie
How it got there I haven't a clue

Chorus-

My life is a big flop, got fired from the IHOP
Got a raw deal so I cruised on back home
I busted my fender, in a rear-ender
I got Jack Daniels to help me hang on.

Chorus-

Last line-
Some people say that there's a woman to blame
All I know, I got charged with assault

Darned funny!!!!


I would largely leave it as is, but exchange hot dogs for "smell that ole' possum it's beginnin to boil"

I think it should be 'smell those tube steaks beginnin ta boil.'

I live on dat welfare, got lots of healthcare, clean my traps with da 3 in 1 hoil.
Smokin' dem natives, on dat front porch swing
Smell sum moose sausage, she's startin' t'boil.

Wastin' away again in Shawinnigan, reachin for my lass two four of malt
Sum dey say, dem wimmens ta blame,
But anyways, she's a-always my faut.

I don know no reason, it's huntin' season
No thing to show but a rabitt or two
But day are beauty, furry and cute hey?
Why I shoot'em I got no freakin' clue.

Wastin' away again in Shawinnigan, reachin for my lass two four of malt
Sum dey say, dem wimmens ta blame,
But anyways, she's a-always my faut.

My life she's a big flop, got fire from da Wal-Mart
Got un em ployment buys me some beer
Rusted out Ski-do, brokedown 4 wheeler
Drink some DeKupyer and keep the hang on.

Wastin' away again in Shawinnigan, reachin for my lass two four of malt
Sum dey say, dem wimmens ta blame,
But maudite chris, she's a-always my faut.

With a tip of the touque to the french-canadian wife and kids eh?

That's one beauty touque hey Jean?

The possum thing kills it. Thanks.

And John thanks for that Canadian version. I'll have to do that version too.

great thread. thanks for the chuckles.

Smell the Gay-tah beginning to boil.

Living on Cornbread, outside of my tool shed . . . .

Trax

Thanks MT I had thought of something along that line

It would need something other than "OUTSIDE" how about "fixing" my tool shed or something else. Anyone? That should do it for this tune.