Getting Down To Brass Tacks

Getting down to brass tacks

is something I do, occasionally,

I think,

but I never treat it lightly.

You should never immediately go

down to brass tacks,

use discretion you filthy animal.

Here's a scenario:

We're building a boat,

I say:

“pass me my sandwich.”

No see you failed the test.

Boat builders live for their lunches,

by handing me my sandwich

we just got down to brass tacks.

Try again, let's arm wrestle.

Nope, your totally stupid, by agreeing

to a friendly arm wrestling match

you lose!

We're both dudes,

all we do is Arm Wrestle all day long:

That's brass tacks,

you just brought it

down to brass tacks.

What happens when

something loses all its meaning,

when it becomes warped

beyond recognition?

I think it sounds like “Getting Down to Brass Tacks.”

But you can't judge all

Brass Tacks by the color

of their elephant and you can't

talk to me, when I'm talking about

brass tacks because I just won't listen.

So let's just do it, let's just

get down to brass tacks,

all right?

You drove me to it,

I didn't want to, but,

I'll get the pineapple,

you get the turtle,

and we'll get down to brass tacks.