Narrator: And when the last bronc is busted by those good guys of the west, You can drive from cattle-country to the big mountain slopes where timber Communities hold their own competitions in the Logger's Carnival. ?Bite into a ten gallon ham? Buy it in two or ten gallon Food and banners were everywhere It was the celebration of Ricky's mouth disease Down at Russell's Square If it's a wedding or a high-school dance Or the invasion of the army ants The Power Mowers can cut it! Now I was looking at six drunk sailors They were carrying a loaf of bread Ricky was swinging with a majorette Underneath the King's bed And if it's a formal or casual affair Or just some guy going to the electric chair The Power Mowers can cut it! The gathering ????? it's an arsenal We're warming up with kicks In a caved in bar The ushers covered Ricky with yellow ?flyers? And propped him up in the car Now don't you worry about negotiations You need to welcome them at the station The Power Mower's can cut it! The Power Mower's can cut it! The Power Mower's can cut it baby!