Dave:
Boys, how would ya like to do something southern?

Alvin:
You mean like fried chicken?

Theodore:
Or cornpone?

Simon:
Or ham hocks?

Dave:
Nah, I mean a southern song.

Alvin:
Wonderful you all.

Theodore:
Well, hush my mouth.

Simon:
Love the cotton-pickin' south. Let's go!

The Chipmunks:
Way down upon the Swanee River
Far, far away
That's where my heart is going ebber
That's where the old folks stay

All the world is sad and weary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, mama, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home!

Alvin:
Say Dave, can you tell me why does a chicken cross the street?

Dave:
I don't know Alvin. Why does a chicken cross the street?

Alvin:
Go get on the other side.

Simon & Theodore:
Hahahahahaha

The Chipmunks:
All the world is sad and weary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, mama, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home!

Old, folks, at, home!

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