Stan' Up An' Fight

Thanks a lot
It’s sure it’s nice to be
To be where I can see
So many friends of mine
How’ve I been doin'?
How’ve I been doin'?
If you really want to know the truth
I’m doin' fine
Seventeen
Decisions in a row
And only five on points
The res' was all K. O
Jackson and Johnson
Murphy 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 got a trainer man
That taught me all I know
Sure feels good to have him in my corner
To hear his voice so soft and low
Big boy, remember
You must remember
Stand up and fight until you hear the bell
Stand toe to toe
Trade blow fer blow
Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell
Show that crowd watcher 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
De ring looks small and white
Out in the blackness
Out in the blackness
You can feel a hundred thousand eyes
Fillin' the night
Cigarettes
Are blinkin' in the dark
And makin' 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 want to do
Den you look around and see your trainer’s eyes
Beggin' you to see it through
They say, remember
Big boy, remember
Stand up and fight until you hear the bell
Stand toe to toe
Trade blow fer blow
Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell
Show that crowd watcher know
Until you hear that bell
That final bell
Stand up and fight like hell…