Prizefighter Songtext

and he fell right in line

you're old as you feel, they say

and so he up and died



and the gloves were hanging

alone in the basement

a lone rememberance of who he was before



he had a dream, but he'd rather die

hung from the ceiling by his tie
when she left, she took all that he'd had

gave him back the ring, made him see red

"settle down!" they told him

but he had other plans

none of them could hold him

his heart was in his hands



and his gloves felt like old shoes

that fit like they used to

a lone reminder

of who he always was



come out and play

come out and play, prizefighter

play

come out and play

mama's little prizefighter,

come on out and play

you've wasted your life away

get up before you're down

for the 1, 2, 3 count