My Do (Bouncer Version)       And now, your end is near; And so you face your final curtain. My guest, I'll say it clear, I'll beat you up of which I'm certain.   I punched until you dropped,   I banged your head, gave you a rough go; But more, much more than this, I did it my Do. Front teeth, you lost a few; But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do And mangled you without exemption.  I hit from face to toe; Each single rib received its own blow, But more, much more than this, I did it my Do. Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I smashed more than you could glue. But through it all, when there was doubt, I cracked your bones and felt so proud. I whacked with sticks straight in your hips; And did it my Do. I kicked, you bled and cried. I broke your nose; your share of bruising. And now, as fists collide, I find it all so amusing. To think I did all that; And may I say - not with a soft show, „No, oh no not me, I did it my Do“. For what is a fight, what has it got?  If no knockouts, then it has naught.  To twist the limbs with utmost strain; Inflicting grave and mindless pain. The rap sheet shows I wrecked my foes - And did it my Do!   © 2006 TDI   Kommentar Das trifft nicht ganz die Thematik der Website. © 2006 TDI