Thanks a lot,
I'm sure glad to be,
to be where I can see so
many friends of mine.
How've I been doing?
How've I been do ing?
If you really want to know the truth,
I'm doing fine.
Seventeen decisions in a row,
and only five on pause.
The rest was all K .O. Jack son and Johnson,
Murphy and Bronson,
One by one they come
and one by one,
And they go, how's it done?
You ask me how's it done?
I gotta train a man
who taught me all I know
Sure feels good to have him in your corner
Hear his voice, a whispering low
Big boy, remember,
you must remember
Stand up and fight until
you hear the bell,
stand toe to toe, trade blow for blow,
keep punching till you
make your punches tell,
show that crowd what you know,
until you hear that bell, that final bell,
stand up and fight like hell.
Stand up and fight until you hear the bell,
stand tall to tall, stand tall to tall.
Keep marching till you hear your
an cestors tell,
so let the world know,
until you hear that bell, that little bell,
stand up and fight like hell.
When you fight out in the open air,
in a patch of light,
the ring looks small and white.
Out in the blackness,
out in the blackness,
you can feel a hundred thousand
eyes still in the night.
Cigarettes are blinking in the dark
And making polka dots
around a baseball park
People are quiet
Then there's a riot
Someone throws a
punch and plants it right
Smack on the mark
Somebody's hurt
You kind of think it's you
You hang across the road
That's all you want to do
Then you look round
and see your trainer's eyes
Begging you to see it through
They say, remember, big boy, remember
Stand up and fight until
you hear the bell
Stand tall to tall, trade law for law
They're punching to you
when your punches tell
So don't fear what you know,
until you hear that bell, that final bell,
stand up and fight like hell!
Stand up and fight,
stand up and fight,
an d fight like hell!