Sung to the tune of 'Take me out to the ball game.'
Take me out to the woodshed
Drag me out by my hair
Give me a beating I won't forget
I don't care if I don't make it back
Leave me beaten, broken and bleeding
and looking like I'm almost dead
Thrash me to one inch of my life
at the old wood shed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem