That would be from Rebe McEntire's classic "Fancy." It's about a mother who has to sell her young daughter into prostitution because, and I quote from the song, "the baby's gon' starve to death."
My friends and I, through lengthy and heated discussions as to which song gets the coveted "worst ever" title, usually wind up with "Fancy" on our shortlist; along with Limp Bizkit's "Nookie" and Train's "Drops of Jupiter."
Strangely enough, "Fancy" is the only one of our selected worst songs we've all admitted to singing in the shower. It's catchy as all get-out — and deeply funny if you don't dwell on the immense human suffering of the song's characters.
BTW, does anybody know where to find Billy Joe Shaver's Squidbillies theme? I've got to have it.
Anyway, I've thought about it all day. When those two ol' boys put those signs up, they were in violation of the city's sign ordinance (every sizeable city gets one eventually). Now, they can dock them for that, and it'd be a hefty fine in Boston, but I'm wondering where the legal line is on fining people for law enforcement overreaction. Hopefully, their lawyer is smart enough to figure something out.
If the good guys don't set a legal precedent on this one, we could all find ourselves (in this country anyway) having to pick our backpacks up from the police impound should we leave them in a cab or in a restaurant — complete with shotgun blast from the bomb-detonating robot (!) — and have to pay "far out the ass" for the time spent loading up the bomb squad and shutting down every business within some sort of blast radius.
And that's when I'll move to Australia, where other people talk just as funny as I do and the 'possums have hair on their tails.
Just so long as they got 'posscums, a country boy can survive.