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(The Boxer)

If I'd been born a street away, another star
I'd been a fighter, a boxer in the ring
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 cigar-ash fat men
Who sit the ring.

And I have watched the since I was just a kid
From their through the ghettos to their championship bids
And it just for the money that a guy gets cut and bruised
Or to please the fat men
And to them all amused.

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

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