Thanks a lot! It sure is nice 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 want to know the truth, I'm doin' fine!
Seventeen decisions in a row
And only five on points, the rest were all KO
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've got a trainer man who taught me all I need to know
It sure feels good to have him in my corner
To hear his voice so soft and low
"Remember, big boy, you must remember
Stand up and fight until you hear the bell
Stand toe to toe, trade blow for blow
And keep punching till you make your punches tell
And 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
Out 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 little sparks around the baseball park
People are quiet, then there's a riot!
Someone throws a punch and lands it smack right on the mark
Someone's hurt, you kind of think it's you
You fall across the ropes, that's all you want to do
When you look around and see a trainer's eye
He's begging you to see it through
They say, "Remember, big boy, you must remember
Stand up and fight until you hear the bell
Stand toe to toe, trade blow for blow
And keep punching till you make your punches tell
And 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!"