Parodi song(Marching through Georgia)/ exstra credic-1864

(they burn down all our houses and ate all our food

(they were laughing all the way and I'm like”what the heck my dude”

(they are being mean and I am a brood)

(there is hell in Georgia)

(oh no! Oh no! They came to murder me!)

(Oh no! Oh no! I thought there's only three)

(I was so scared that i started to pee)

(there is hell in Georgia)

(They smashed our pumpkins and sang a little song

(That is very weird and totally wrong)

(and for God’s sake I’ll stab them with a prong)

(there is hell in Georgia)

(we are fighting for our way life and rights

(They don’t understand? well we’ll fight them with all our might)

(but we can’t  cos they’re giving us a smite)

(there is hell in Georgia)

(oh no! Oh no! They came to murder me!)

(Oh no! Oh no! I thought there's only three)

(I was so scared that i started to pee)

(there is hell in Georgia)

(we said”these little boys are really ugly”)

(they came with their smelly breaths and its very yucky )

(could we just forget this already)

(there is hell in Georgia)

(but at the end our city is a pile of ash)

(that really suck I guess, i want to give their heads a smash)

(well I’m just gonna end this in a splash)

(there is hell in Georgia)

Bring the good ol' Bugle boys! We'll sing another song,

Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along,

Sing it like we used to sing it fifty thousand strong,

While we were marching through Georgia

Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the Jubilee.

Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes you free,

So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,

While we were marching through Georgia.

How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound,

How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found,

How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground,

While we were marching through Georgia.

Yes and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears,

When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years;

Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers,

While we were marching through Georgia.

"Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never make the coast!"

So the saucy rebels said and 'twas a handsome boast

Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the Host

While we were marching through Georgia.

So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train,

Sixty miles of latitude, three hundred to the main;

Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain

While we were marching through Georgia.