Parody of Jackson by Johnny Cash (G. Rogers/E. Weeler), Bexhill Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Quarter Music Inc. (ASCAP)    New lyrics by Cledus T. judd and Chris Clark, La-Po Music (BMI)/Music Genesis (ASCAP)       Well, I start runnin' a fever   Every time he opens his mouth   She's been gawkin' at Jackson   Ever since his first song came out      Oh, she loves Alan Jackson   And his pretty blonde hair      Oh, I love Alan Jackson      I ain't got a prayer      Well, he tried dressin' like Jackson      Belt buckles, boots, and a hat   She said,    "Sorry hon, that won't help you none   Because you're just too dang fat."      Oh, I hate Alan Jackson   She sleeps with a piece of his coat      Oh, I love Alan Jackson      'Cause of them songs he wrote      Well, I went backstage at his concert   I got on his bus somehow      That big talkin' man and his little five piece band   Just taught her what I didn't know how   Gosh, I hate Alan Jackson      Now I'm his openin' act   Oh, I love Alan Jackson      She's never comin' back   ...She loves you man!      Oh, I start runnin' a fever   Every time he opens his mouth   She's been gawkin' at Jackson   Ever since his first song came out   Oh, she loves Alan Jackson   Makes me want to cuss      (Ha!) Oh, he hates Alan Jackson      Think I'll blow up his bus      Yeah,    Someday I'll Rock His Jukebox!      No You're not!      Ha! Might hit him with a Tall, Tall, Tree!      Well, he just might hit you back!      Well, I tell you what!    I'll show him The Real World!    He'll think Real World when they find him way down yonder in the bottom of the Chattahoochie!      Oh yeah! He just might run ya over with his Mercury!      I tell ya what, tell him to meet me somewhere!      Hey Hoss, meet him at Midnight In Montgomery!      Wanted, my life back!      Who Says You Can't Have It All?      Alan Jackson.