Peel me off my chair and fling me into the rain.
Oh, I’ll give you hell aplenty. But if you care,
Make sure I struggle in vain.
Do this one thing for me lest I remain
Forever stuck in my stifling lair.
So, peel me off my chair and fling me into the rain.
Though I fight tooth and nail, you ought not refrain
From bodily hauling me out of this chair.
Make sure I struggle in vain.
There’s nothing to lose and everything to gain
By forcibly taking me out for a breath of fresh air.
Peel me off my chair and fling me into the rain.
I won’t mind having gotten wet once I’m dry again.
So be a good sport, now, and take me out somewhere.
Make sure I struggle in vain.
Your being afraid is no reason to abstain
From lending me a hand, ergo: Grow a pair!
Peel me off my chair and fling me into the rain.
Make sure I struggle in vain.