Ernest decided his life’s goal in one afternoon…to have a wrecking service. He wanted billboards, sports signs, and a song. You know, a ditty, a jingle, a tune, a song! So he went to see Pop Daddy, cause Daddy could make it happen.
“Daddy, I know what I want to do with my life.”
“Yeah son, what?”
“I wanna be a wrecker company owner.”
“Really, I guess nobody in the country club has ever done that. Let’s do it!”
“You mean it? I thought you might object. Start-up costs and all…” said Ernest.
“Nope, the price of oil is goin’ up. New administration. Only way to go is up. In fact, if only the Cowboys had beaten the Packers, they’d have made Texas great again too. Take a deep breath, can’t you just smell all that green money?” asked Daddy.
Ernest was thrilled. He knew billboards and signs wouldn’t be a problem….but a song might.
“One other thing, Daddy. I need a song!”
“A song?” asked Daddy.
“You know, a jingle. To play on the radio. With my name in it.”
“Well son, I can git you a company, a place, some wreckers and a bunch of signs, but I can’t getcha a song. You’re gonna have to make your own song…”
Ernest shut his eyes. So elusive. He couldn’t even hum. The words escaped him. Where could a person go to find one? How could they capture the essence of it all? Why did it have to be so hard? He just had to have a song!