[00:07.860]In the streets around here
[00:09.100]
[00:10.040]there was nobody tougher than me,
[00:11.730]
[00:15.790]I was quick with me fists and fast with me
[00:19.530]footwork as you can plainly see,
[00:21.590]
[00:24.080]But while fighting was useful for getting your way,
[00:27.330]
[00:27.890]Among the toughs of the town where you could hold sway,
[00:31.500]
[00:32.320]There had to be something that was better than this,
[00:35.190]
[00:36.000]I was fifteen years old and I'd never been kissed.
[00:39.680]
[00:40.870]Well of course she'd ignore me, her friends would all sneer,
[00:44.980]At me bloody nose dripping and me cauliflower ear,
[00:47.790]
[00:48.970]For it's hard to convince in a romantic pose,
[00:52.040]
[00:52.900]With a lovely black eye and a broken nose,
[00:55.650]
[00:56.910]Where a girl is attracted to skills more refined,
[01:00.960]Than the pugilist's art, and so I inclined,
[01:04.260]
[01:05.150]To take meself serious as a modern romancer,
[01:08.250]
[01:09.320]And I secretly learnt all the moves of a dancer.
[01:12.820]
[01:14.430]Ye swing to the left, ye swing to the right,
[01:17.860]Keep your eyes on your partner, more or less like a fight,
[01:21.190]
[01:21.800]Ye just follow the rhythm, and ye keep to the beat,
[01:25.670]The important thing's never to look at your feet,
[01:29.040]
[01:29.780]Then a miracle happens, your mind's in a trance,
[01:33.780]Though the strategy's subtle, retreat and advance,
[01:37.460]
[01:38.150]It's all about attitude, all in your stance,
[01:41.020]
[01:41.830]Attention to detail, leaving nothing to chance,
[01:44.260]
[01:45.450]Which explains how the pugilist finally learned how to dance.
[01:50.190]
[01:53.870]Well, I'd waltz with a broomstick and if I was caught,
[01:57.750]I'd pretend I was sweeping or practicing sport,
[02:00.940]
[02:02.000]But I really had eyes for your mother ye see,
[02:04.810]
[02:05.870]Wanting her to acknowledge this new version of me,
[02:09.240]
[02:09.920]But now everyone's watching, expecting I'll fail,
[02:13.290]
[02:14.110]But there's fire in me belly, there's wind in me sails,
[02:18.160]I knew it was risky and I was taking a chance,
[02:21.280]
[02:22.210]I couldn't retreat now, I had to advance.
[02:25.730]
[02:26.540]So I swing to the left, I swing to the right,
[02:30.040]
[02:30.590]Keep me eyes on me partner, like I would in a fight,
[02:34.030]
[02:34.590]I just keep to the rhythm and follow the beat,
[02:37.720]
[02:38.580]The important thing's never to look at yr feet,
[02:42.030]
[02:42.590]But a miracle's happened, and your mind's in a trance,
[02:46.410]They're all laughing and cheering and looking askance,
[02:49.600]
[02:50.410]On the night that the pugilist finally learned how to dance.
[02:55.090]
[02:58.330]It's a three-minute round and you're back in yr corner,
[03:02.270]You're licking yr wounds just like little Jack Horner,
[03:05.510]
[03:06.140]Don't let your guard down try a jab with your right,
[03:10.250]Or you're losing on points by the end of the night,
[03:13.430]
[03:13.990]Then a miracle happens, and everyone's screaming,
[03:17.550]
[03:18.060]You're pinching yourself just in case you're still dreaming,
[03:21.990]You've taken the initiative, you've taken your chance,
[03:25.340]
[03:26.020]It's the night when this pugilist finally learned how to dance.
[03:30.830]
[03:33.700]In a bout where the strategist's bridges were burned,
[03:37.200]Where it seemed that his fortune had suddenly turned,
[03:40.940]'Twas the night that this scrapper was suddenly dapper,
[03:44.430]And this poor fellow's heart was still going like the clappers,
[03:49.000]
[03:49.870]The night that the pugilist finally learned how to dance.