Now that you mention it, it could be a Bratapault ™. But the mom looks like someone I’d like to know, and the dad looks like he should’ve brought a saw, not a Swiss army knife.
It’s just a fancy Rube Goldberg trap for the ladies. See, first the snake creeps up on the cowboy, making him jump…and bada and some boom, and that lady’s hanging in a net.
Blame it all on the roots, but Mom was in cahoots,
And told him to just stand right there,
The last one to know, when he felt the blow
It was the last time he’d ever draw air,
And I saw the surprise and the oh crap look in his eyes,
When we left him pinned down in the rain,
And I toasted Mom, said finally he’s gone,
You, said, “Honey, we may be through
But you’ll never hear me complain”
‘Cause I’ve got insurance in lotsa places
Where the double indemnity and the ADorD,
chases my blues away
And we’ll be OK
Yeah, I’m not big on doing fake cryin,
Just gotta think of what we’ll be buyin
Oh, I’ve got insurance in lotsa places…
I’m pretty sure those are Russian Agents trying to look All-American. At least the cowboy didn’t dress like Paul Bunyan.
America…where everyone has the right to go out on a limb, have it snap off and take out that loudmouth fake cowboy your Mom is dating…
Now that you mention it, it could be a Bratapault ™. But the mom looks like someone I’d like to know, and the dad looks like he should’ve brought a saw, not a Swiss army knife.
It’s just a fancy Rube Goldberg trap for the ladies. See, first the snake creeps up on the cowboy, making him jump…and bada and some boom, and that lady’s hanging in a net.
Blame it all on the roots, but Mom was in cahoots,
And told him to just stand right there,
The last one to know, when he felt the blow
It was the last time he’d ever draw air,
And I saw the surprise and the oh crap look in his eyes,
When we left him pinned down in the rain,
And I toasted Mom, said finally he’s gone,
You, said, “Honey, we may be through
But you’ll never hear me complain”
‘Cause I’ve got insurance in lotsa places
Where the double indemnity and the ADorD,
chases my blues away
And we’ll be OK
Yeah, I’m not big on doing fake cryin,
Just gotta think of what we’ll be buyin
Oh, I’ve got insurance in lotsa places…
With apologies to Garth Brooks…
It’s a roadside cut-it-yourself log stand – capitalism at its best!