A Redneck Visits the Eiffel Tower
By Elton Camp
I hadn’t never been over to that Paris before
And I shore don’t care to go there no more
Most of those folks look like some sorta kook
And they all talk in this strange gobbley-gook
Them Frenchies, they call it the City of Light
And I have to admit they’s got that part right
But that tall tower that they like to brag about
If they’ll ever get it finished, I have my doubt
They started building it over a hundred years ago
But only got as far as the iron framework though
They better get some walls added to that thing
If they expect that any rent it’s going to bring
It’s tall enough that it could have a lot of floors
It would hold a bunch of apartments and stores
Unless they close it in, that iron’s gonna rust
Then whoever’s stalling around will get cussed
If in building it, they are never gonna get through
Then it seems to me there’s only one thing to do
I can’t see how there can be any really good excuse
Not to tear it down and give that iron a good use
Ferociously fought Footballer's in Fray on Field,
Italian storm did French fend off fairly for a time;
Materazzi muttered malicious mouthful,
Zinedan Zidane zealous; headbutt callous
Chest of foe concave became
Fell to pitch, 'nother victim o' Zidane
Red card issued, final curtain
Frenchies lose, Zidane for certain.
Ferociously fought Footballer's in Fray
French storm did Italians fend off fairly
Materazzi muttered malicious mouthful
Zinedan Zidane zealous - headbutt was calous
Chest of foe concave became
Fell to pitch - victim o' Zidane
Red card issued - final curtain
Frenchies lose - Zidane for certain
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