Some non-natives are shocked, for instance, that Tennessee fans seem to know only one word to their fight song: “Whoo!”
Nonsense. They are just too drunk to remember the rest of the words. All native Tennesseans learned them in kindergarten. I still remember most of them.
As another example, here’s a little gem I learned in pre-school:
Did you feed my cow? (Yes, Ma-am)
Could you tell me how? (Yes, Ma-am)
What did you feed her? (Corn and Hay)
What did you feed her? (Corn and Hay)
Did you milk her good? (Yes, Ma-am)
Now did you milk her like you should? (Yes, Ma-am)
How did you milk her? (Squish, Squish, Squish)
How did you milk her? (Squish, Squish, Squish)
Did my cow get sick? (Yes, Ma-am)
Was she covered with tick? (Yes, Ma-am)
How did she die? (Uh, Uh, Uh)
How did she die? (Uh, Uh, Uh)
Did the buzzards come? (Yes, Ma-am)
Did the buzzards come? (Yes, Ma-am)
How did they come? (Flop, Flop, Flop)
How did they come? (Flop, Flop, Flop)
You can’t find cultural experiences like that everywhere, people.
i’m frightened
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Way to stand up for your culture.
I mean, you can’t beat a line like,
“wild as a mink but sweet as soda pop, I still dream about that.”
I can’t believe I was paid to sing that once upon a time.