There was 1 September day that Papa worked 2 hard
First he crucified every dandelion out in the yard
Then he screamed at baby twice 4 throwin’ rocks at passin’ cars
Baby didn’t listen, so like a priceless work of art
He got snatched by his Papa who then opened up the closet door
And pushed the four-year-old down, onto the closet floor
Baby cried «I’m sorry, I won’t do it no more»
Papa said «Yeah, I know, that’s what this here’s 4»
Smack!
Ooh Papa…
Smack! Smack!
Ooh Papa…Papa…
Smack!
Ooh Papa…
Smack! Smack!
Ooh Papa…Papa…
As the door closes, baby starts 2 cry
«Please don’t lock me up again, without a reason why»
Papa just went outside and pointed a shotgun up in the sky
He said «How come I don’t love my woman?»
Then he took aim and died
Boom!
Papa…
Boom! Boom!
Papa…Papa
Boom!
Papa…
Boom! Boom!
Papa…Papa…
Don’t abuse children, or else they turn out like me
Fair 2 partly crazy, deep down we’re all the same
Every single 1 of us knows some kind of pain
In the middle of all that’s crazy, this 1 fact still remains
If u love somebody, your life won’t be in vain
And there’s always a rainbow, at the end of every rain