I can see him lyin' there, just a mess
Just 'cause of what-we-did, I must confess . . .

Son now . . . you ain't worth an ounce
If I find you been creepin' 'round my out house

Pushed my out-house, into the creek
I nearly drown, trapped-in-there, for a week
I had just sit down, with a magazine
When I heard a racket up-in under my feet
Felt like, it was tipped by a crane
When I get feelin' better, you're gonna feel some pain
Sometimes, ya think it's a game
Playin' pranks with your buddy, who has-no-shame

I can picture . . . ev'ry rock in the creek
As I floated down-there, all through the week

Son now, you're gonna think twice
As I beat-you within-an-inch, of your life
My belt . . . is kinda thin
But you're sure gonna feel-it on your rear-end.

As I floated past, in the swollen stream
Thought I-was-gonna die, pants, at-my-knees
Sometimes . . . ya think it's a game
You and Ol' John, you ain't got no shame

Zeb now. . . ya better take care
Your daddy's-'bout to snatch-you-up, by the hair

Zeb now . . . you ain't worth an ounce
If I find you been creepin' 'round my out house

(Fade out)

Sometimes, ya think it's a game
But you and John's gonna-feel, some of my pain.