Ho! Ho! Ho!

[Chorus]
Garth Brooks, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Alan Jackson, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Lonestar, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Ty England, jump on it, jump on it, wowowowowowowowowo!!
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga

[Big Bank Hank]
I'm Bocephus, I am the Chief
I got a lot of songs but I'll be real
I've needed a horse I like to chill
so I, drive up in my new Chevy
My career went down in the hall of fame
Cause I'm the one who got number ones
Song for song, I will never break down
(Bocephus!) No sir, we don't mess around

Awowowowowowowowowow!! Ho!
Wowowowowowwowowowowowowowowowowow!!

[Chorus]
Clint Black, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Kenny Chesney, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Kix Brooks, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Dixie Chicks, jump on it, jump on it, wowowowowowowowowo!!
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga

[Master G]
Like Kenny Chesney, of course it's me
I'm better known as the Mr. C
A producing squad, sensed the danger
When they're stung by the redneck ranger
Had a little talk with the medicine man
He said, 'Get that Garth, fast as you can'
To all you girls, that wanna join my show
Just move to my rhythm, and feel my vibe
Put up a fuss, in the end you'll agree
When you come inside, my mansion
As I said before, you could sense the redneck
When you're stung by the redneck ranger
When Lonestar and I, take a route
All you suckers better step aside
I sting dudes, then I run away
HIYOO Lonestar, is what I say!

Ho! Ho! Wowowowowowowowow!
Hit it gang!

Ho! Ho! Ho! Aowowowowowowowowowowowo!

[Chorus]
Reba, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Little Texas, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Toby, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Big and Rich, jump on it, jump on it, wowowowowowowowowo!!
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga

[Wonder Mike]
A redneck, just rock it out
Finger poppin to the break of dawn
Keep it rockin like the stuff that we call maize
(What's that?) Hot buttered popcorn
You just hippa-hoppa-dippa-boppa bang the ole drum
woogie betcha wanna boogie again
And you can put me to the test at your request
I rock you out of your cowboy boots
Alan Jackson got down, took off his hat
He took off his shirt and sang some of his songs
Reba came along, saw what was happenin
His head began to boppin his foot start to clappin
Go slam, dunk, do the jerk
And with the mic is how my smoke signals work
They were jammin' off a record that said it best:
'Now what you hear is not a test!'

Aowowowowowowowowowowowo!
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga (2X)

[Chorus (minus the a-hunga line)]
Faith Hill, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Kenny Rogers, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Tim McGraw, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Ricochet, jump on it, jump on it, wowowowowowowowowo!!
[Chorus, with other stars (music only to the fade)]