The noses in the sport of boxing
All tiltin' to one side
Everyone comes to the ring to see
A beat-up guy
It doesn't seem two rounds ago
Before the blood and gore
Said "Don't worry, Honey
I won't change my face
Until I adjust his more

And glove guys bleeding on the mat
It kills me to think of that "ten" count
While lying flat
I was using my left jab and I started to slip
And my footwork couldn't hold on
So he split my lip
Glove guys bleeding on the mat

I know that all those punches
Have left some scars on me
Like all the exercises long
That made me muscley
I see that bluebird spinning 'round my head
Hope I won somehow
If the ref is fair, and I'm still not quite dead
I'll rise and take a bow

And glove guys bleeding on the mat
It kills me to think of that "ten" count
While lying flat
I was using my left jab and I started to slip
And my footwork couldn't hold on
So he split my lip
Glove guys bleeding on the mat

Owwwwwwwwww.......