It gets scarier. I unearthed an actual Dukes of Hazzard novelty album that has an inexplicable tune honoring Roscoe P. Coltrane's dog Flash. One has to think this was not the pinnacle of James Best's career, and I also have to wonder what is in the minds of music and television executives who green light these musical travesties.
I think the song is amusing enough, covering every possible permutation of Roscoe's many verbal affectations, at least until Best's jazz-like-meandering-lyrics descend rapidly into a frightful exposition about Flash's many wrinkles, on which he comments, "they're sexy though." Oh my.