We kids on Belwood Circle just can't wait for Friday night,
'Cause school's out and we've got the whole weekend to play,-
all right!
And me and my friend Adam used to wonder - now we've found! -
Why all the Barrett boys just dread to see that day come 'round.
They're never over at kids' homes or outside on the street
Where, at all other times but Friday nights, we're sure to meet;
And since I sleep at Adam's then, we two just set our sights
To find out why the Barrett boys aren't out on Friday nights.
From the time the Barretts turn their lights on in the twilight
gloom,
Out of Adam's window we can see right in their living room;
And through our strong binoculars what did we see by chance
But Dougie, Danny, Billy Barrett - all without their pants!
Dan, the oldest, had on undies too, the others just a shirt!
And Mr. Barrett waved his belt - Oo, it was going to hurt!
And little Dougie was the first one called up to the chair,
To lie across his Daddy's knee with legs and bottom bare.
We hardly could believe our eyes at such a sight to see:
There's Dougie with no pants at all, across his father's knee!
Five smacks from his big hand just made him cry a bit and squirm;
The belt. though, made him bawl and kick and wiggle like a worm!
And when he let him up, poor Dougie's rear was red as meat!
How he was bawling still when his Dad set him on his feet!
And how he clutched and rubbed his bottom-cheeks to ease the
pain!
We knew it must have hurt, because his eyes shed tears like rain!
Now Mr. Barrett turns to Billy, motions toward the chair,
And that poor ten-year-old just dreads to get it on the bare!
He begs his Dad to let him off, or give him one more chance,
Or, failing that, at least to let him put on underpants.
But Mr. Barrett yells: "No way! Your bottom has to burn
For what you did, my Billy-Boy, so do as I say: turn
Around and grab your knees or lie face down across the chair.
You're going to take a hiney-whipping right now on the bare!"
We see poor Billy blush and gulp, realizing what comes next.
He's standing with his bottom toward us - small and round and
flexed
In fear, but he's excited over what his Dad will do,
'Cause when he turns around, we see that his _d_i_c_k_'s up hard too!
"OWW! WAAAHH!" poor Billy cries each time he feels the belt go
WHAP!
(Thank God, we have our pants on when our Dads give us the strap!)
And when it's done, his whole behind is hot and sore and red,
And Billy too must stay just as he is 'til time for bed.
Now Danny has to take his underpants down in the back
Just low enough to show all of his bottom-cheeks and crack:
And when his whipping too is done and his behind all red,
He has to keep his undies down in back 'til time for bed.
So, we know why, on Friday nights, the Barretts aren't with us
-
Because each week, if there's been any foul-up, fight or fuss,
Or if they've been involved in any mischief, scam, or crime,-
Then Friday at the Barretts' house is hiney-whipping time!