Thanks a lot,
I'm so glad to be,
to be where I can see so
many friends of mine.
How've I been doing?
How've I been doing?
If you really want to know the truth,
I'm doing fine.
Seventeen decisions in a row,
And only five on points,
the rest was all
K .O. Jackson and Johnson,
Mercy and Bronson,
One by one they come
and one by one to Dreamland they go.
How's it done?
You ask me how's it done?
I've got a trainer man
who taught me all I know.
Sure feels good to have
him in my corner.
Hear his voice, a whispering low.
Big boy, remember,
you must remember. more.
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.
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 filling the night
Cigarettes are blinking in the dark
And making polka dots
around the baseball park
People are quiet,
then there's a riot
Someone throws a punch and
plants it right
Smack on the mark!
Someone's hurt,
you kinda think it's you
You hang across the ropes,
that's all you wanna do
Then you look around
and see your trainer's eyes
Begging you to see it through
They say, remember, big boy, remember
Oh, stand up and fight
until you hear the bell.
Stand toe to toe, straight 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,
stand up and fight,
and fight like hell!