Warram I To Do

You’ve all heard the story about teacher’s rest
You all know our daddy’s and mother’s pest
Du-du- du-du- du du-dudu-dududu du-du- du-du- du du-du- du-dududu

When I was a little boy and chickie to my mom
She would put me on her knee and smack my little bum
Then I’d go with billy Jones to help him fly his kites
When purely out of disrespect dumping just for spite
Just to see my mother, turning black and blue

And she said: Honestly and truly I just don’t know what to do
Warram I to do with you, my boy-oh warram I to do with you
Warram I to tell your father when he comes back from the loop
Warram I to do with you, my boy-oh
Warram I to do with you
Warram I to do to make you stay in line mother shouts at dinner time

The thing she used to hate
To hear me slurping chicken soup and always lick the plate
Then for afters she would make a lovely berry pie
But I didn’t need to belong to say a: What a big and high
Just to see my mother, turning black and blue
And she said: Honestly and truly I just don’t
Know what to do

Warram I to do with you, my boy-oh warram I to do with you
Warram I to tell your father when he comes back from the loop
Warram I to do with you, my boy-oh warram I to do with you
Warram I to do to make you stay in line then I’d said to mother: Wait till I'm grown up
She would say: Your love my boy, but damn well hurry up
Warram I to do with you, my boy-oh warram I to do with you
Warram I to tell your father when he comes back from the loop
Warram I to do with you, my boy-oh warram I to do with you
Warram I to do to make you stay in line