[Instrumental intro - in the background just under the music the grunting sounds of fighters, fisted gloves hitting each other and sometimes hitting flesh and bone - and the hubbub of a restless crowd wading through the early "Prelim Bouts" on this evening's card...]

You're on your ass
Down on the mat; your down
Your head's aching
Oh, man that hurts
That right-hook from that guy
was jaw-breaking

"Get your ass up (boy)
Pull up your trunks (boy)
'Jab' and then 'Punch' (boy)
Watch his 'Left', guy"

"Come on, get up (boy)
Get your ass up (boy)
Don't give up, chump (boy)
Come on, guy, try"

[brief instrumental break]

At you we swear
Jab with your "Left", punch "Right", and keep moving
You'll knock him out
The crowd will change their tune; they'll stop booing

"But first, get up (chump)
Get up, you chump (punk)
Come on, get up (chump)
Get up and fight"

They curse, "You chump"(yeah)
On you they dump (bad)
"Talent-less lump" (yeah)
Blood fills your eye

[instrumental break]
[next 4 lines quietly, but building]
{Come on, get up}
{Get your ass up}
{Come on, you chump)
{Get up, you chump}

Come on, get up
Get your ass up
Dumb ass, get up
Come on, get up
Get up, you chump
Bum, you're punch drunk
Get up, you punk
You sure got thumped
"Loser", they grump

Insults you bear
Your voice; it's slurred, you hurt, what a pasting
You've lost the bout
You've been knocked out; crowd's shouts make your ear's ring

[volume goes down each line here out to Fade]

"Throw the bum out (Now!)
Lost all his clout (Ow)
Throw that chump out..."