Phong Nguyen - Theodore Roethke's “My Papa's Waltz” (2) lyrics

My Papa's Waltz The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like d**h: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.