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Thanks a lot! It sure is nice to be |
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To be where I can see so many friends o' mine |
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How've I been doin'? How've I been doin'? |
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If you really want to know the truth, I'm doin' fine! |
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Seventeen decisions in a row |
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And only five on points, the rest were all KO |
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Jackson and Johnson, Murphy and Bronson |
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One by one, they come and one by one, to dreamland, they go |
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How's it done? You ask me how's it done? |
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I've got a trainer man who taught me all I need to know |
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It sure feels good to have him in my corner |
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To hear his voice so soft and low |
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"Remember, big boy, you must remember |
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Stand up and fight until you hear the bell |
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Stand toe to toe, trade blow for blow |
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And keep punching till you make your punches tell |
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And show that crowd what you know |
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Until you hear that bell, that final bell |
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Stand up and fight like hell!" |
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When you fight out in the open air |
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Out in a patch of light, the ring looks small and white |
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Out in the blackness, out in the blackness |
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You can feel a hundred thousand eyes filling the night |
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Cigarettes are blinking in the dark |
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And making little sparks around the baseball park |
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People are quiet, then there's a riot! |
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Someone throws a punch and lands it smack right on the mark |
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Someone's hurt, you kind of think it's you |
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You fall across the ropes, that's all you want to do |
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When you look around and see a trainer's eye |
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He's begging you to see it through |
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They say, "Remember, big boy, you must remember |
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Stand up and fight until you hear the bell |
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Stand toe to toe, trade blow for blow |
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And keep punching till you make your punches tell |
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And show that crowd what you know |
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Until you hear that bell, that final bell |
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Stand up and fight like hell! |
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Stand up and fight! |
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Stand up and fight! |
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And fight like hell!" |
