Shooting off my mouth and not remembering a word
Like Theo Huxtable or some kind of annoying bird
He prances about with his pants off and taunting his sisters
And I just stare in the corner at my hand full of blisters
Flinging the blood all over the walls and beyond for all to see
But Theo continues his romp and just goes on ignoring me
I stutter and pee myself as i try to say an encouraging word
But the trickle and splatter is the only thing that is heard
Theo, in his manners of a barn, slams my ears with a haying yell
And I scream and make a shout and run to mother and to mother tell
The doctors son is a rampaging drunkard always drunkardly again
And mother responds saying she'll fix his hide and goes to fetch neighbor Sven
Sven rolls up his sleeves and unbuttons his collar, grabs a wooden spoon
After thirty-four wacks to Theo's rump it has gone red like a baboon's
And he cried to his mother that he didn't have his pants off near his sisters
And I went back to the corner and to staring at my hand full of blisters