Livin' On a Prairie: Livin' on a Prayer Spoof

<THIS SONG IS SOOOOO STUPID! Trust me. You probably don't really even want to read it. But it's been forever since I posted a spoof, and this is one. One I wrote a long time ago out of stupidity.>

(Spoken: Once on a time, that feels so long ago...)

Tommy used to work on the farm,

Town folks' been on strike,

He's down on his luck,

It's tough,

So tough.

Gina works on diner all day,

Cooking for her man.

She bakes him a cake,

For love,

For love.

She says we've got to hold on,

To what we've got.

It doesn't make a difference if we made it or not.

We've got land;

That's a lot for the Great Depression;

We'll reap our harvest.

Whoa, we're half-way there.

Whoa, living on a Prairie,

Nice strong bones if we drink our dairy,

Living on a Prairie.

Tommy's got his work boots worn out;

Now he's holding on to what he used to sew them.

So tough, it's tough.

Gina dreams of running away,

When she cries in the night,

Tommy whispers: baby, it's O.K someday.

We've got to hold on to what we've got,

It doesn't make a difference if we made it or not.

We've got land;

That's a lot for the Great Depression.

We'll shoot our meat cow.

Whoa, we're half-way there.

Whoa, living on a Prairie;

Nice strong bones if we drink our dairy,

Living on a Prairie.

Living on a Prairie.

(Instrumental)

Oh, we've got to hold on,

Ready or not;

You pay for the farm when it's all that you've got.

Whoa, we're half-way there.

Whoa, living on a Prairie.

Nice strong bones if we drink our dairy.

Whoa, living on a Praire.

Whoa, we're half-way there.

Whoa, living on a Prairie,

Nice strong bones if we drink our dairy.

Whoa, living on a Prairie.

Whoa, we're half-way there.

Whoa, living on a Praire.

Nice strong bones if we drink our dairy.

Whoa, living on a Prairie,

Whoa.