every time you hear him say his name
the way they hold his hands up in the air
why you standin' there like you don't care?
he's been winnin' fights since he was two
you could think i'm lying but it's true
try to keep from goin' under
he's gon' chase you like a hunter
we could fight standing up or on the floor
now you see him and just like that
from the phillippines back to hong kong
you see me in hawaii but don't be scared
you know you gotta fight me and it's never fair
a lotta bad weather but you can't complain
you gotta get up and fight another round
i'ma hit you in your face and try to knock you down
maybe this is all just a metaphor
this life is hard and everyday's another fight
it's you against the world
don't tell me when i brawl i can't win 'em all
don't try to help me get up when i fall
you wanna be friends with the champ
but you will never be a typhoon