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(The Boxer)

If I'd been born a street away, another star
I'd have been a fighter, a boxer in the
And I the boxer if he lose or if he win
Not the cigar-ash, fat men
Who sit the ring.

I want water in the not brandy in the glass
Bruised and battered maybe but a to the last
So I salute the boxer if he or if he win
Not the splashed fat men
Who sit the ring.

And I have watched the fighters I was just a kid
From their struggle through the to their championship bids
And it ain't just for the money that a guy gets cut and
Or to please the fat men
And to keep all amused.

No boxer started out rich and I hate when complain
They're calling it blood money they talk of to the brain
But the poor do not want charity they only their pride
Better go down fighting than the back seat ride.

I'm gonna miss Muhammed when he his final bow
May he go out with his fist high and the screaming crowd,
Ignore the compliments of fat men who behind cigars hid
And the sense of pride he gave to every ghetto kid.