Prizefighters

Every day a little harder

Look out boy, you're on your own!

Every day a little softer

You don't seem to be on your toes

It's just a job, swing with the punches

Pick up your hands, sting like a bee

Prizefighters heading for home

Prizefighters everyone knows

Every day a little slower

It's just the sweat in my eyes

You don't look the way you used to

Don't drink that water though it tastes nice

On the ropes and in a corner

You've just got to give me one more try

Prizefighters heading for home

Prizefighters everyone knows

Who made the money?

I didn't spend it!

The dice were loaded once or twice

Prizefighters, heading for home

Prizefighters, everyone knows