What's with this game
That's what they say when we are playing
I think that it's lame
I think that it's crazy when we

Have a helluva lot of time
To think up a rather funny rhyme
Got to find a way, make it sound right
And then I really have to say I envy Ryan 'cause he has more time to think

I think it's a Hoedown
It always seems to me it's no fun for now
I think it's a Hoedown
It looks like Laura Hall's got her music down

Look at this thing
It's only time till we do it
And I cannot sing
I have to go work through it

My train of thought's come to an end
Can't think up a funny verse for "Friends"
'Cause I know that Wayne stole it from me
So now I have to find another rhyme that doesn't have to do with "there's no blacks"

I think it's a Hoedown
I couldn't do this thing if I owned the town
I think it's a Hoedown
I got a rhyme and it's a British hand-me-down
I think it's a Hoedown
This thing's still goin' on, someone stop it now
I think it's a Hoedown
I'm trying to funny, and it's gone down

I think that this thing is a gyp
How come we can't do this thing with Chip
Looks too easy unless you go first
I think that we should do a game that shows how fast we think like Irish Drinking Song

I think it's a Hoedown
When Drew says it's this game, I just wanna frown
I think it's a Hoedown
I'm out of good ideas, just repeat around
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