Loosely adaptly from "It Was Only a Shandy in Old Shanty Town"
The Ink Spots
Woodshed in Old Woodshed Town
It's only a woodshed in old shanty town
It's shingles so blown off you hear every sound
The strap is still there, in fact now a pair
But in that tumble down shed
With It'my bottom strapped red
There's not a place in this world that I'd rather be.
It's about four miles from town and just can't be missed
It's where grandpa took me when he was pissed
The stool's in it's place, my heart starts to race
It was on that old stool
Grandpa taught me the rule
He was faster, effective than all those at the school
Now we have houses in old condo town
The suburbs, the exurbs, the working man's crown
Gazebos and fountains, gatdens blazing with red
They'll instill no more dred than did Grandpas's old shed
Toss all your timeouts, groundings, and gazebos,too
Grandpa's shed and his belt will be better for you.