Parody of Jackson by Johnny Cash (G. Rogers/E. Weeler), Bexhill Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Quarter Music Inc. (ASCAP) 

New lyrics by Cledus T. judd and Chris Clark, La-Po Music (BMI)/Music Genesis (ASCAP) 



Well, I start runnin' a fever

Every time he opens his mouth

She's been gawkin' at Jackson

Ever since his first song came out



Oh, she loves Alan Jackson

And his pretty blonde hair



Oh, I love Alan Jackson



I ain't got a prayer



Well, he tried dressin' like Jackson



Belt buckles, boots, and a hat

She said, 

"Sorry hon, that won't help you none

Because you're just too dang fat."



Oh, I hate Alan Jackson

She sleeps with a piece of his coat



Oh, I love Alan Jackson



'Cause of them songs he wrote



Well, I went backstage at his concert

I got on his bus somehow



That big talkin' man and his little five piece band

Just taught her what I didn't know how

Gosh, I hate Alan Jackson



Now I'm his openin' act

Oh, I love Alan Jackson



She's never comin' back

...She loves you man!



Oh, I start runnin' a fever

Every time he opens his mouth

She's been gawkin' at Jackson

Ever since his first song came out

Oh, she loves Alan Jackson

Makes me want to cuss



(Ha!) Oh, he hates Alan Jackson



Think I'll blow up his bus



Yeah, 

Someday I'll Rock His Jukebox!



No You're not!



Ha! Might hit him with a Tall, Tall, Tree!



Well, he just might hit you back!



Well, I tell you what! 

I'll show him The Real World! 

He'll think Real World when they find him way down yonder in the bottom of the Chattahoochie!



Oh yeah! He just might run ya over with his Mercury!



I tell ya what, tell him to meet me somewhere!



Hey Hoss, meet him at Midnight In Montgomery!



Wanted, my life back!



Who Says You Can't Have It All?



Alan Jackson.