Hello friend and hello stranger, I caught up with your staring eyes, at my black eye and my complexion. That's because every time I fight, Down I go Down I go Boxing is a nice profession if you have the winning punch. Technically not up to standard, it means I'm crap, if you got the hunch. Down I go Down I go Big night, big crowd, heavy showdown, big pride yes I've got to win. I dive and strike, evade and counter, a mean right hook my legs give in. And down I go Down I go One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ... Just one count before the deadline I arise resume my pose. Through my bloodshot burning eyes, I see this glove comin' at my nose. And down I go Down I go I wake up, I am in a sickbay wake up from a nasty dream. I go downstairs to get some water, untied shoelace, trip and scream. And down I go Down I go May be I should take up bowling, or take a sailboat out to sea. I probably would strike a leak, because my fate will follow me. Then down I go Down I go Down I go (4x)