You’ve all heard the story about teacher’s rest You all know our dad is 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 cheeky 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 kite When purely out of disrespect I'd dump it 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 loving berry pie But I would eat a lot and say: Oh what a big am I 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