Boxeador

An old contender, he don't remember the sound The feel of leather, the music of the crowd He ain't so limber, he ain't so young anymore Can he get back to where he was before Pick yourself off the floor once more Pick yourself off the floor once more Boxeador He sits so stoic, a sober somber sound His passion fades, as his glass goes down In his youth, he fought the toughest men But jim and jack knock him back again, and again Pick yourself off the floor once more Pick yourself off the floor once more Boxeador The crowd goes silent, and the lights go dim Against the ropes, he's only fighting him 15 rounds, winner take the belt 12 steps, and he's blacking out again Pick yourself off the floor once more Pick yourself off the floor once more Boxeador