COME GET YOUR WHOOPING
Boy, have you been bad Grandma use to say
Even though you knew the answer you lied anyway
Your thoughts were on the whooping you were about to get
Is it going to hurt, you bet?
Which was more painful the whooping or that little talk
Of how it hurt her more even though your behind would sag and you
Could hardly walk
To make it even worse you were told to go get that switch
If you brought back one too small there was trouble and you’d be
Whooped without a stitch.
When Grandma whooped and talked at the same time
The urge was to raise your hand in defense and do Mike Tyson as a
But you knew better and bowed to Grandma’s will
To do otherwise you could get maimed or worse be killed.
Come get your whooping were words of fear
It didn’t take the police to take you to jail, “you hear”
When words were spoken they were words of dread
They didn’t have to be spoken twice to get it through your head.
What you was told, not asked, you did and not talked back
If you started smelling your musk upside your head was a smack
If you still wanted to be bad and started to talk
You could hardly sit down and had trouble as you walked.
Before she was through your thoughts ranged from running away or raising your hand for a hit
After a while those thoughts left as a prayer form that you wouldn’t
Die before she quit
Lord, if I ever live through this I will be nice and good
Come get your whooping had its meaning and is now understood.
Come get your whooping is like an old shoe
Discarded, out of date and completely through
As I look back on the whooping I got and the disrespect today
It is this rotten fruitage in our children that makes them and we have to pay.
Because of modern laws not to touch your children makes them kill without
Where once if you were bad the remedy was come get your whooping
was the daily course
Where once the law of Father stood with respect at his feet
Has been replaced with the Devil creed the law of the street.
They say that getting a whooping is old fashioned, talk to your children if
The eternal law of GOD has been forgotten and replaced by man
When that old fashioned belt whistled a tune to correct
No matter how old you were or how bad you were demanded full
If you rolled your eyes or let out a snort
Twice the fury of Grandma is now to the surface brought
Don’t let her start singing a tune with the strap
When you thought she was almost through she gives it another
The jailhouse is full of those whose parents shunned “Come get your whooping”
The funeral home is full of little juniors who got shot for in the
wrong place they were snooping
Lord I thank you for Grandma, Momma, and Daddy who did not hold back or was drooping
But stepped forward and did their job when needed and said
“Come get your whooping”.