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==''Don't Draww Ma Famlee Sillee!'' Lyrics==
'''VERSE 1'''<br>
We went to the fair,<br>the local county fair,<br>like my lovely family loves<br>to do every year.<br>Brought the Ma and Pa<br>and 3 daughters and a son<br>and my baby mama<br>named Mary Claire.<br>We’ve petted the goats (baa)<br>and we’ve taunted the cows (moo)<br>every time they come to town.<br>
Bought that fried Koolaid-on-a-stick.
(yummy!)<br>We’ve stuffed our greedy mouths.<br>Yessirreebob, we’re from the south!<br>We do our savior Jesus proud.<br>Here comes my weekly heart attack!<br>Gettin’ sick of this kettle corn,<br>we’re lookin’ for somethin’ new.<br>
These fudge-covered deep-fried chicken fries
are makin’ me wanna spew! (bluugh)<br>We’ve rid the rides since we were 5;<br>they all just feel the same.<br>We’ve been to every country concert<br>and beated all the games.<br>Well as we was walkin’ along<br>we came to a cartoon stand. (wow!)<br>I said, “Honey Ham, Baby Sugar,<br>wouldn’t it be grand (yes ma’am)<br>to get y’all of us drew?<br>
Which artist is better here, him or you?”
(or you?)<br>This photo will surely show the world<br>without doubt that I’m the man!<br>
'''CHORUS'''<br>
O pleez dont draww ma famlee sillee!<br>Yes wee look lik sum tuff hil Billees<br>With arr won rottet tooth,<br>Butt dond sho us tha trooth<br>Cuz u cood end up hurten are feelins.<br>O pleas dawn hert.... owr feellens.<br>
'''VERSE 2'''<br>
We all sat down, all 8 of us,<br>on that one small plastic chair.<br>“Don’t draw all my sweat and gravy stains,<br>and why do u gotta stare??<br>My fat baby is beauty-full,<br>so don’t make her quite so fat.<br>Make sure you draw my shotgun,<br>and don’t leave out my cowboy hat!<br>My girls is pretty and my son are strong,<br>just in case you couldn’t tell, (yessir)<br>so when you draw my family<br>you better draw us well. (yessir)<br>I bet that we’re the best customers<br>that y’all have ever seed. (yessir)<br>Don’t mind my lil princessestheyprincesses they<br>got nervous and they peed!<br>(bloop bloop bloop)<br>Y’all sure are talentedyoutalented you<br>got Gawd’s gift in your hand.<br>I sure wish I could draw a stick,<br>but it wasn’t in Gawd’s plan.<br>Yer so lucky; you don’t hafta work.<br>Art just ain’t in my blood.<br>I couldn’t draw a straight line<br>with a straight stick stuck in the mud.<br>(heehaw)<br>Make sure you sign the picture just in case<br>one day you get famous. (yessir)<br>If that’s the case, we’ll sell it on ebay.<br>Hell, can you really blame us? (no sir)<br>Alrite now, artist, hurry up! I hope yer finally finished! (yessir) Although yer sketchin’ at<br>Gawd’s speed, my patience has diminished!<br>
'''CHORUS'''
'''VERSE3'''<br>
“Ready to see?” the artist said,<br>and his face was full of glee.<br>“Yer darn tootin,” my baby said.<br>“You better’ve drewed me purdy.”<br>The artist ripped the paper off<br>and all was soon revealed.<br>My lil piglets gasped in shock, (gasp)<br>but then they laughed and squealed!<br>(squee squee squee)<br>“Why I oughta kill ya sir<br>for making us look so dumb! (duh)<br>I oughta take all of yer markers<br>and stick ‘em up yer bum! (pop)<br>If it’s a fight you want<br>then it’s a fight you’ll get!<br>You really got my goat! (baa)<br>You think yer oh so clever<br>with that picture you done wrote!<br>How you gonna mess me up like that?<br>That ain’t me!<br>You coulda drawd me all nice-like<br>and with more than one teef!<br>My daughters Mary Ann, Mary Jane<br>and Anne Jane Claire are much cuter, and<br>Bobby Walter don’t have such ugly hick hair!”<br>“What about me?” my baby said.<br>“I look the worst of all. (you do!)<br>He gave me 40 hundred chins<br>and practerly made me bald!” (he did!)<br>“You made me ma and pa look badthey<br>look like they are dead! (they do!)<br>Where’s my shotgun?<br>You gonn’ get a bullet in the head!”<br>
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