Well plant a watermelon on my grave and let the juice run through (slurp, slurp).
Just plant a watermelon on my grave and let the juice run through. (slurp, slurp)
Well chicken and biscuits are mighty, mighty fine
But there ain't nothin' like a watermelon rind
So just plant a watermelon on my grave and let the juice run through. (slurp slurp)
We sang this song in so many different ways. We made animal noises instead of slurping. We replaced the slurps with fart and belch noises. We sang it like country hicks and refined englishmen. We recorded it all and played it back so we could listen to ourselves.
In more mature news, we also visited the University of Tennessee Agriculture Park.
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