Lyrics
Dave:
Boys, how would ya like to do something southern?
Alvin:
You mean like fried chicken?
Theodore:
Or cornpone?
Simon:
Or ham hocks?
Dave:
Nah, I mean a southern song.
Alvin:
Wonderful you all.
Theodore:
Well, hush my mouth.
Simon:
Love the cotton-pickin' south. Let's go!
The Chipmunks:
Way down upon the Swanee River
Far, far away
That's where my heart is going ebber
That's where the old folks stay
All the world is sad and weary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, mama, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home!
Alvin:
Say Dave, can you tell me why does a chicken cross the street?
Dave:
I don't know Alvin. Why does a chicken cross the street?
Alvin:
Go get on the other side.
Simon & Theodore:
Hahahahahaha
The Chipmunks:
All the world is sad and weary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, mama, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home!
Old, folks, at, home!