as strong as Hercules,
I beg him now, "Don't hit me, please!"
He threw me in the trash before,
Then he laughed and shut the door.
I told the teacher - who said,
"You stop, or I'll have to call your pop."
Then he really threw a fit.
And guess who got the worst of it?
Here I lay in my hospital bed,
Thinking about what the teacher said.
I guess I'll have to give him a whopp,
'Cause it sure doesn't help to call his pop!