Thanks a lot!
I'm sure glad to be,
To be where I can see
So many friends o' mine.
How've I been doin'?
How've I been doin'?
If you really wana know the [bad word] 
I'm doin' fine!
Seventeen
Decisions in a row,
And only five on points;
The res' was all K.O.
Jackson an' Johnson,
Murphy an' Bronson,
One by one [bad word] 
And 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-whisp'rin' low:

"Big boy, remember,
Big boy, remember!
Stand up an' fight until you hear the bell,
Stand toe to toe,
Trade blow for blow,
Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell,
Show that crowd what your know!
Until you hear that bell,
That final bell,
Stand up and fight like [bad word] "

When you fight
Out in the open air,
In a patch o'light
The ring looks small and white.
Out in the blackness,
Out in the blackness,
You can feel a hundred thousan' eyes
Fillin' the night.
Cigarettes
Are blinkin' in the dark,
And makin' polka dots
Aroun' 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 want to do.
Then you look aroun' an' see your trainer's eyes,
Beggin' you to see it through,

They say, "Remember,
Big Boy, remeber!
Stand up an' fight until you hear the bell,
Stand toe to toe,
Trade blow for blow,
Keep punchin' till you make your punches tell,
Show that crowd what your know!
Until you hear that bell,
That final bell,
Stand, up an' fight like [bad word] "