Sit your fat ass down my son,
'Fore I go and smack you one,
You will cry when I am done,
Stop your hissy fit!!

My son ran out of the kitchen screaming
It was so loud I thought I surley must be dreaming
He was yelling bloody murder
He was freaking out

So I sat him down and asked, "Why the yelling?"
He said he was upset and he wasn't telling
And I can still hear him screaming
And he heard me say:

Sit your fat ass down my son,
'Fore I go and smack you one,
You will cry when I am done,
Stop your hissy fit!!

He finally calmed down and that's when I said then,
"Can you tell me now whatever has happened?"
I think he's got medical problems,
'Cuz all he said was "I don't know."

I am torn between laughing and screaming
He is hysterical, that's what it is seeming
I set a course for screaming childern
He heard my voice, it said:

Sit your fat ass down my son,
'Fore I go and smack you one,
You will cry when I am done,
Stop your hissy fit!!
NOW!!!

Sit down now or you'll always remember
The time that mom got mad and threw her new blender
Cuz you wouldn't stop screaming
Surely your friends wait for you

Sit your fat ass down my son,
'Fore I go and smack you one,
You will cry when I am done,
Stop your hissy fit!!