Thanks a lot! I"m sure glad to be,
To be where I can see,
So many friends of mine.
How've I been doin" how've I been doin"
If you really want to know the truth,
I'm doin" fine,
Seventeen decisions in a row, and only five on points de res' was all k.o.
Jackson and Johnson, Murphy and Brosnon,
One by one they come,
An' one by one to dreamland they go,
How's it done? you ask me, how's it done?
I got a trainer man who taught me all I know.
Sure feels good to have him in my corner,
Hear his voice a whisprin' low
"big boy, remember, you must, rembember.....
Stan' up an' fight until you hear the bell,
Chorus
Stan' toe to toe, trade blow for blow,
Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell,
Show that crowd watcher know,
Until you hear that bell, that final bell,
Stan' up an' fight like hell.......
When you fight out in de open air,
In a patch o' light de ring looks small and white.
Out in the blackness, out in the blackness,
You can feel a hundred thousan' eyes fillin" de night.
Cigarettes are blinkin' in the dark, an' makin' polka dots aroun' de baseball park, people are quiet den there's a riot!
Someone throw's a punch
An' plants it right smack on de' mark...
Someones hurt, you kinda think it's you.
You hang across de ropes, that"s all you want to do.
Den you look aroun' an' see your trainers eyes,
Beggin' you to see it through,
They say, "remember, big boy, remember.........
Chorous
To be where I can see,
So many friends of mine.
How've I been doin" how've I been doin"
If you really want to know the truth,
I'm doin" fine,
Seventeen decisions in a row, and only five on points de res' was all k.o.
Jackson and Johnson, Murphy and Brosnon,
One by one they come,
An' one by one to dreamland they go,
How's it done? you ask me, how's it done?
I got a trainer man who taught me all I know.
Sure feels good to have him in my corner,
Hear his voice a whisprin' low
"big boy, remember, you must, rembember.....
Stan' up an' fight until you hear the bell,
Chorus
Stan' toe to toe, trade blow for blow,
Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell,
Show that crowd watcher know,
Until you hear that bell, that final bell,
Stan' up an' fight like hell.......
When you fight out in de open air,
In a patch o' light de ring looks small and white.
Out in the blackness, out in the blackness,
You can feel a hundred thousan' eyes fillin" de night.
Cigarettes are blinkin' in the dark, an' makin' polka dots aroun' de baseball park, people are quiet den there's a riot!
Someone throw's a punch
An' plants it right smack on de' mark...
Someones hurt, you kinda think it's you.
You hang across de ropes, that"s all you want to do.
Den you look aroun' an' see your trainers eyes,
Beggin' you to see it through,
They say, "remember, big boy, remember.........
Chorous