(I know it may seem long, but it really isn’t. Most of the lines are small bits of dialogue.)
Narrator: Please welcome to the stage... The Dixie Citruses!
http://imgur.com/d0RcZvq *all singing in harmonic tones*
Strawbérry: Bushhhhh
Orangé: Bushhhhh
Lemonadé: Bushhhh
All Thréé: BUSHHHHHH
Orangé: *whispering* Did 9/11...
*Lemonadé takes out a guitar and starts playing it slowly, Strawbérry takes the stage*
Strawbérry: We’re going back to our roots! C’mon fellas, sing along! I fell in love with a man, sweet as honey, He had a really big tractor and a lot of money! We rode through the meadows, deep in love. Until I dropped my pants and revealed my big-
Orangé: Cut that shit! We’re done with this country crap, let’s shake it up!
*Strawbérry starts busting out beats*
Orangé: My names ORANGÉ! Big and ripe, sweet little lumps, you can go all night. Country boy, rode my ass like a stallion. Callin me Nigel, make em CUM. His dick was limp like Taylors face, but I ain’t no Swifty because I got TASTE.
Lemonadé: That’s not gonna get us back on the radios! Cut the track! Let’s appeal to the pop style of music... Hit it!
*Orangé hands Lemonadé an autotune mic*
Lemonadé: I kissed a horse and I liked it! His big purple tongue smothered my lip stick... Oooo Whoop! It felt so right, it felt so fresh! Neighhhhhh
*All three gather at the front of the stage, opening their mouths about to sing... until...*
Strawbérry: PLEASE PUT US BACK ON THE RADIO!
Orangé: WE PROMISE TO NEVER TALK ABOUT OUR POLITICAL VIEWS AGAIN!
Lemonadé: Bush still ain’t from MY texas though...
*all three do jazz hands*