He had no right to lick me so,
    Fer doin' what I did,
I'll bet he smoked pipes years ago,
    When he was just a kid.
Perhaps I'll get him put in jail,
    That there 'ud cook his goose,
I'd make him beg an' weep an' wail,
    Before I'd turn him loose.

If I don't go to war an' die,
    I'll rise to fame and then
He'll feel ashamed to think how I
    Wus licked when I wus ten,
I'm go'n' to take an' run away,
    I am -- jist wait an' see,
I don't care what he'll have to say
    His home's no place fer me.