The Hillbilly Moon Explosion – Jackson

We got married in a fever Hot like a peppered sprout

We've been talking 'bout Jackson Ever since the fall, well now

I'm going to Jackson, gonna mess around

Oh yeah

Yeah, I'm going to Jackson, look out Jackson town

Well, go on down to Jackson

Go ahead and wreck your house

Go play your hat, you big talking man

Make a big fool of yourself

Oh, oh, oh, you go to Jackson, but don't call me a hag.

I'm going to snowball, Jackson.

I'll go ahead and see if I can.

When I reach into that city, people going to stoop and bow.

All them women going to make me.

Teaching the don't know how, I'm going to flip Jackson.

I'm going to tell you it's my coat, 'cause I'm born to Jackson.

Goodbye, that's all she wrote.

Yeah!

They love a Jew in Jackson.

I doubt it.

And I'll be dancing on a ponytail.

The lady 'round the town like it's Golden Town

With your tail tucked between your legs

Oh, you go to Jackson

You big talking man

I'll be waiting down in Jackson

Behind my J-Pan fan

We got married in a fever

Hotter than a pepper sprout

We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson ever since I found out I'm gonna go to Jackson.

And that's a natural fact.

We're goin' to Jackson and ain't never comin' back.

We got marital fever.

We got marital fever.

Yeah!