boxing champ

we went to the youth club and we looked out of place. i didn't know where to look

so i

looked at your face. but you were a boxing champ

and i was a weakling. you didn't give me a chance

you gave me a beating. and i thank you very much that you did. and as the time went by we stayed out of trouble

before i could realise my age had doubled. the man i became is a tragic bore

and he's not a boxing champ anymore. if there's one thing i've learnt it's to run away

at least i enjoy what i do today. and i thank you very much that i do.