In Depth Look at the Insane Burger King Commercial

he messed up the lyrics on this part though...

folks don't fudge it cause you got the juice

should be.. folks don't front ya cause you got the juice

and who is that girl at the tree

Didn't go to the link because i know i will have to LOOOOOKKK at that creepy MASKKKKK
agaagggghhhh

why that... cowboy...

He completely missed the point of the commercial. It's a brilliantly subversive bit of gay propaganda. They throw the courtesy breasts in to disguise the true agenda. Burger King is trying to make all of America go gay. (for the King?)

Look again:

1. Two cowboys flipping each other over repeatedly
2. The lyrics "your wildest fantasies come true" as a giant cock is onscreen
3. Hootie's shirt
4. Two obviously homosexual cowboys sitting back to back stuffing giant sandwiches into their mouths as french fries grow more aroused behind them
5. Gyrating bacon
6. "No one tells you to behave" and "There's a King who wants you to have it YOUR way"
7. "I'm jonesin' for a treat, I close my eyes for a big surprise"

And finally, call me crazy, but there might just be some innuendo in ranch dressing-spewing blue volcanoes.

I think it's amazing. The most daring commercial I have seen in some time. The new ones for the enormous breakfast sandwich are good, but not quite as grand in the scope of their suggestion.

Thank you

P.S. *cough cough* http://suicidegirls.com/boards/Music/64781/

Please do! That's one of the funniest things I have ever seen. Hahaha.

Glad to see I wasn't the only one who thought the girl on the caboose was hot. And, now thanks to this thread, I know who she is!

All websites should be this informative.

Nobody has mentioned that it is a remake of big rock candy mountain, same music, different lyrics. the orgional is almost as funny, about the great life of being a bum. 1. On a summer day
In the month of May
A burly bum came hiking
Down a shady lane
Through the sugar cane
He was looking for his liking
As he roamed along
He sang a song
Of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay
For many a day
And he won't need any money

Chorus:
Oh the buzzin' of the bees
In the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain


2. There's a lake of gin
We can both jump in
And the handouts grow on bushes
In the new-mown hay
We can sleep all day
And the bars all have free lunches
Where the mail train stops
And there ain't no cops
And the folks are tender-hearted
Where you never change your socks
And you never throw rocks
And your hair is never parted
Chorus:
3. Oh, a farmer and his son,
They were on the run
To the hay field they were bounding
Said the bum to the son,
"Why don't you come
To that big rock candy mountain?"
So the very next day
They hiked away,
The mileposts they were counting
But they never arrived
At the lemonade tide
On the big rock candy mountain
Chorus:

1. One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
He said, "Boys, I'm not turning
I'm heading for a land that's far away
Beside the crystal fountain
I'll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
Chorus:

2. In the Big Rock Candy Mountain,
It's a land that's fair and bright,
The handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.
The boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall
And the winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Chorus:

3. In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
You never change your socks
And little streams of alkyhol
Come trickling down the rocks
O the shacks all have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew
And gingerale too
And you can paddle
All around it in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
Chorus:
4. In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall
And the winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Chorus:

5. In the Big Rock Candy Mountain,
The jails are made of tin.
You can slip right out again,
As soon as they put you in.
There ain't no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws nor picks,
I'm bound to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Chorus:

you all have got to go to the subservient chicken website. it's horrifying. the chicken is creeeepy!

Big Rock Candy Mountain was written so train hopping bums could lure children on to trains and make love to them. And you think Im kidding, but sadly Im not at all. That's why using it to sell burgers is magnificant.

and Chedder Paved streets seems nice at first, but I dont know how good that will be forever.

The Burger King needs to have his own straight to video movie complete with two-way holographic cover ala Jack Frost and Uncle Sam.

Some that fucking king showed up at my door step, I dont care how delicious a breakfast sandwich he had. Im running and never looking back. Its probably like the Zodiac Killer under that mask.

[Edited on Apr 08, 2005 by Hetic]

"How I love the Hobo life, stabbing folks with my hobo knife!"

I want one now...