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Song Parodies -> Fragments -> Sara Evans
These are short parody lyrics set to the lyrics of songs by Sara Evans.
Sara Evans
Sara Evans', "Suds in the Bucket"
Better Lyrics:
She was on the front porch, say it was a little past nine
When her man pulled up, a black Coupe de Ville
Her crew shoula seen it comin' it was only just a matter of time
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop weed.
She stuck a note on the mailbox "Bitches I got to go"
That was all she wrote, her homies’ hearts were broke
That was all she wrote, so the story goes
(Chorus) Now her homies in the alleyway boardin’ up da windows, scratchin' and a rackin' their brains
How could 18 years just up'n and walk away?
Our little cornrowed girl grown up to be a sistah
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the guns in the kitchen and the meth cookin’ out in the yard
Now don't you wonder what Shaniqua’s gonna bitch about monday mornin'
Nothing quite like this has happened here in da hood
Well he must have been a hustla, a trash talkin' son of a bitch
For such a wacked out girl to just up and run
Course you can't fence time, and you can't stop da weed
(2nd Chorus) Now all the bitches in the hoe house bullshit goin' non stop
Snifflin’ that crack cocaine
How could 18 years just get up and walk away?
Our little cornrowed girl grown up to be a sistah
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the guns in the kitchen and the meth cookin’ out in the yard
YEAH BIAATCH!
(3rd chorus) She's got his Enimen doo rag flyin’ out the window
And they're headed up to Philly tonight
How could 18 years just get up and walk away?
Our little cornrowed girl grown up to be a sistah
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the guns in the kitchen and the meth cookin out in the yard line
When her man pulled up, a black Coupe de Ville
Her crew shoula seen it comin' it was only just a matter of time
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop weed.
She stuck a note on the mailbox "Bitches I got to go"
That was all she wrote, her homies’ hearts were broke
That was all she wrote, so the story goes
(Chorus) Now her homies in the alleyway boardin’ up da windows, scratchin' and a rackin' their brains
How could 18 years just up'n and walk away?
Our little cornrowed girl grown up to be a sistah
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the guns in the kitchen and the meth cookin’ out in the yard
Now don't you wonder what Shaniqua’s gonna bitch about monday mornin'
Nothing quite like this has happened here in da hood
Well he must have been a hustla, a trash talkin' son of a bitch
For such a wacked out girl to just up and run
Course you can't fence time, and you can't stop da weed
(2nd Chorus) Now all the bitches in the hoe house bullshit goin' non stop
Snifflin’ that crack cocaine
How could 18 years just get up and walk away?
Our little cornrowed girl grown up to be a sistah
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the guns in the kitchen and the meth cookin’ out in the yard
YEAH BIAATCH!
(3rd chorus) She's got his Enimen doo rag flyin’ out the window
And they're headed up to Philly tonight
How could 18 years just get up and walk away?
Our little cornrowed girl grown up to be a sistah
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the guns in the kitchen and the meth cookin out in the yard line
Original Lyrics:
She was in the backyard, say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up, a white pickup truck
Her folks should of seen it comin' it was only just a matter of time
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop love.
She stuck a note on the screen door "Sorry but I got to go"
That was all she wrote, her mama's heart was broke
That was all she wrote, so the story goes
(Chorus) Now her daddy's in the kitchen starin' out the window, scratchin' and a rackin' his brains
How could 18 years just up'n and walk away?
Our little pony-tail girl grown up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line
Now don't you wonder what the preacher's gonna preach about sunday mornin'
Nothing quite like this has happened here before
Well he must have been a looker, a smooth talkin' son of gun
For such a grounded girl to just up and run
Course you can't fence time, and you can't stop love
(2nd Chorus) Now all the bittys in the beauty shop gossip goin' non stop
Sippin on pink lemonade
How could 18 years just get up and walk away?
Our little pony-tail girl grown up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line
YEEEHOO!
(3rd chorus) She's got her pretty little bare feet hangin' out the window
And they're headed up to Vegas tonight
How could 18 years just get up and walk away?
Our little pony-tail girl grown up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line
She was in the backyard, say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up, a white pick up truck
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop love
No you can't fence time, and you can't stop love---
When her prince pulled up, a white pickup truck
Her folks should of seen it comin' it was only just a matter of time
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop love.
She stuck a note on the screen door "Sorry but I got to go"
That was all she wrote, her mama's heart was broke
That was all she wrote, so the story goes
(Chorus) Now her daddy's in the kitchen starin' out the window, scratchin' and a rackin' his brains
How could 18 years just up'n and walk away?
Our little pony-tail girl grown up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line
Now don't you wonder what the preacher's gonna preach about sunday mornin'
Nothing quite like this has happened here before
Well he must have been a looker, a smooth talkin' son of gun
For such a grounded girl to just up and run
Course you can't fence time, and you can't stop love
(2nd Chorus) Now all the bittys in the beauty shop gossip goin' non stop
Sippin on pink lemonade
How could 18 years just get up and walk away?
Our little pony-tail girl grown up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line
YEEEHOO!
(3rd chorus) She's got her pretty little bare feet hangin' out the window
And they're headed up to Vegas tonight
How could 18 years just get up and walk away?
Our little pony-tail girl grown up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line
She was in the backyard, say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up, a white pick up truck
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop love
No you can't fence time, and you can't stop love---
Submitted by: Tom Lennox
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