I am sick of only making peanuts.
I am sick of stale sandwich bread.
I have got a plan to make it better
And it begins with a simple punch to my head.
Another count & I am down but I am wearing him down.
Keeping the faith that I have got what it takes.
Deride my pride but I will be alright.
I have got a Rocky II lunchbox with bills in it
And I will scrape by.
I´ve seen this on some episode
Of Maude, Fish, Chips, or the White Shadow
Rerun in my mind a thousand times
Though I forget the channel.
But I´m back in my corner with ice packs & water
The champ´s right hook changing my good side to bad.
Too late to make a run for the van
The doc leans in timidly asking about my health plan
I can see the referee wants to go home
(homey´s got a wife & family)
And my detractors clap their hands & blow their smoke
(Headline news in next day is sportspage.)
With every 2nd that goes by
I do not mind my swollen eyes.
Cause I bet on myself & I am making a killing.
My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose.
My bookie is crying, my wife thinks I am dying
But I have got a nest egg that is hatching in the final round.
And as I fall to the floor I do not feel so hardcore
My teeth swinging loose like a drunk girl´s caboose
My boys in the corner are pensive & somber
And Father O´Reilly is crossing himself more & more
I can see the referee wanna go home
(Homey´s got a wife & family)
And my detractors move their feet & blow their smoke
(Headline news in next day is sportspage).
Cause I bet on myself & I am making a killing.
My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose.
My bookie is crying, my wife thinks I am dying
But I have got a nest egg that is hatching in the final round.
And the room spins round & round
The victory party´s at my place
After my loss & my disgrace.
Cause I bet on myself & I am making a killing.
My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose.
My bookie is crying, my wife thinks I am dying
But I have got a nest egg that is hatching in the final round.
You should have never come back.
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