to the tune of Daughter in song parodies

by pin…
or submission…
one squared circle in a darkened and smokey room

a grappler…
confident…
unaware of his opponent

emcee, he announces
try not to piss your singlet
the fans are cheering loud
his music starts, you look around
they chant his name…
can’t deny he has the crowd…

it’s Sgt. Slaughter, he’ll hit you
the Cobra Clutch from behind thee
it’s Sgt. Slaughter, count one two three
the Cobra Clutch from behind thee
it’s Sgt…
he chokes the neck ‘till you pass out
you try…
to catch breath…

it’s Sgt. Slaughter, he’ll hit you
the Cobra Clutch from behind thee
it’s Sgt. Slaughter, count one two three
the Cobra Clutch from behind thee
it’s Sgt…

it’s Sgt. Slaughter, he’ll hit you
the Cobra Clutch from behind thee
it’s Sgt. Slaughter, count one two three
the Cobra Clutch from behind thee
it’s Sgt…

your arms fall limp
your arms fall limp
your arms fall, fall, fall…