Gone to oregon!

Father: (mother, daughter, son, grandpa):
Good mornin!
(Good mornin!)

We stand before the journey
That leads us all
To oregon
(To oregon)

A pioneer adventure
Down the trail
To oregon

Mother, daughter, son: (grandpa):
To oregon (to wisconsin)

Father: (spoken) grandpa?
Grandpa: (spoken) what? My legs hurt.

Father:
By God's command
We dare to land in-

Grandpa:
Wisconsin

Father: (spoken) we're going to oregon, grandpa.
Grandpa: (spoken) well I want to go to wisconsin.

Father:
The promised land will not wait for us
We leave our home with faith and trust
We'll find the place of our destiny
And spread our family seed

Mother, daughter, son, grandpa:
We'll find the place of our destiny
And spread our family seed

Father:
Now the show begins...

All:
Aauuhhmm....

Father:
Now our journey begins
In the 1800s
In a little city in missouri

Before we start
You decide on the names
Of all the people in our wagon party

You must decide who these pioneers are
Are they carpenters or bankers or leavin their farm?
It's time to spin a personal yarn

Mother:
Carefully choose each name
Cause this is more than a game

All:
It's more than a game
Oh, yeah, it's more than a game
No two shows will ever be the same

Mother:
My first pioneer will be president polk
I know he'd be a good leader of the wagon

Father:
Good job now, dear, that's what we're goin for
You'd be extra careful not to kill him

Son:
I think I would use my mom and dad's names of course
So I'll make sure they'll never get divorced

Father:
That might be too much information
But hey, it's great to have a personal connection

Daughter:
I would make my family rich
They'd be bankers from new york

Father: (spoken) good.

Son:
Richie, johnny, emily and peter and sue
Their bank fell down and now they're poor

Father:
That's great kids
Keep up the good work

Mother:
Hey, grandpa
What would your names be?

Grandpa:
Oh, well let me tell ya:
Suck some dick and hairytit and dr. Buttnugget

(Dialogue)

All:
We are gone to oregon
It's the greatest family vacation
It'll bring us together
Couldn't think of nothin better
Hey! Time for some family fun
On the trail to oreg-un

(Dialogue)

Father:
I'm jack bauer, a farmer from illinois
All my skills will be useless on the trail
My beautiful family is counting on me
A lot of pressure, I can't afford to fail

(Dialogue)

Mother:
I'm slippery-when-wet and I'm a mother of two
Could've been a banker, guess a farmer will do
Why did you get to choose?

(Dialogue)

Son:
Craphole, yeah that's me
I'm seven and I'm male

Daughter:
Mouthface, is what my friends call me
I'm lookin for love on the trail

Son: (spoken) ew gross!

Daughter:
I hope you're bit by a snake!

Son:
I hope you break your back!

Father:
Hey, I found wild fruit!

Son:
Pay attention, dad!

Daughter:
We gonna stop at the forts?

Father:
I forgot to shave

Mother:
Did we bring enough food?

Grandpa:
Can I write on grandpa's grave?

Mother:
Everyone just behave!

Father:
Because it's only than a game

All:
It's only a game
I guess it's only a game
The trail to oregon is nothing but a game

We'll be there soon in oreg-oon
Honestly it beats milking cow tits
We could be in the kitchen
Doing something with a chicken
But we couldn't give less of a crap
Cause we're making it to oreg-ap

(Dialogue)

It's time to run to oreg-un
It's too late to change the show now
You could go next door
And see something professional
We wouldn't blame you a bit
If you're sitting through this ore-shit

We're broadway bound in oreg-ound
Cause there's no broadway in chicago
Who will forget their name
And who will get the youtube fame?
These are questions to ask
When you're playing oreg-ask...

It's more than a game...
Life is really great...
On the trail to oreg-ate