a little ditty about driving to the next village over (itself, in material culture, reminiscent of life in pre-war alpine villages, except here the village dances were called "balls", not "discos") which has inspired a few pastiches, including the very professional (it turns out to be excerpts from a feature film) Armenian version:
as well as the amusingly amateur:
(good thing for the US OSHA that it need not bear any responsibility for agricultural safety practices among kids in the neighborhood of Borodino)