Put up your dukes, lets get down to it / Hit me with your best shot / Why dont you hit me with your best shot / Hit me with your best shot / Fire away!
Seven o’clock in the evening And barking from the pup bugs me He’s stealin’ and hoggin’ A new rope that should belong to me And papa yells, “Share the rope, Caleb,” from the upstairs Then he comes out and corners me And it’s no surprise, it’s that Tru
Now he’s got this dumb look on his face Like, what can be done? How could I be so stupid to be have left the rope out in the sun? Lost track of my toy Why did I trust that boy? Skipped the stairs, went to the floor Couldn’t stand that little boor
There I stand, quickly tryin’ to make my escape Looking for a way up Tryin’ to go upstairs and past him Then he stood in my way up the stairs Said, “You won’t get away” Looked at him, his eyes were crazy Said, “Puppy, get out my way” Said, “I got a rope to tame” He said, “Please don’t go up there” “Puppy, I’ve got to get game” He said, “Our parents are coming down the stairs”
“Shh, shh, quiet Hurry up and get in the bathroom” He said, “Let’s not make a peep From our parents we must sneak” I said, “Why don’t I just go out the window?” “Yeah, except for one thing, we’re in the basement” “Oh crap, oh crap, think quick, push me fast up the stairs” And now I’m up this darkest stairwell, tryin’ to figure out Just how I’m gonna get my crazy ass past our parents
Behold the action ears.
Behold the action ears.