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Jingle:
Now, up in the woods there's a
choppin' and a sawin'
There's a log-cuttin' man by the
name of Big Brawn.
Big Brawn. Big Brawn. Big Bad
Brawn.
He
turns wood to pulp, like paper
through a shredder
There ain't a bigger man who can
do it any better.
And Big Brawn knows it takes the
finest pulp Big Brawn. Big Brawn.
Big Bad Brawn.
Now,
the ladies want freedom and to
feel secure,
Big Brawn Napkins are mighty
thirstier.
They sop up a mess the size of a
lake,
Go on, pretty lady, let the
little damn break.
Super-absorbant, and straight
from the tree.
Pretty
Lady: "It's like a big
friendly lumberjack between yor
knees!
Jingle:
Big Brawn. Big Brawn. Feminine
Napkins.
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