Lyrics:

Ring sounds, the free swingin' fighter,
(No sign of Cotto surviving....)
Laid out, cold in the corner;
(No sign of the rebel reviving...)

It goes on in the fists of fury,(?)
Like a fool going out, to say:
Hand the year, take the pay out,
And thank him for the sympathy.
Lay down Cotto, lay down Cotto;
Theres no coming back now.

He'll try to keep him up standing;
(No sign of Cotto surviving...)
Well, slips loud, man he keeps him dancing;
(No sign of the rebel reviving...)
He's only tryin' to save him some face;
Spare yourself the agony.
Mercy is king, drivers a sting,
Were gonna mend, ah, you're gonna mend...(?)
Lay down, Cotto, lay down, Cotto.

I wont lay down, I got one more round;
I want the bell to ring...
I wont lay down, I got one more round;
I want the bell to ring...
I wont lay down, I got one more round;
I want the bell to ring...
I wont lay down, I got one more round;
I want the bell to ring...

(Lay down, Cotto...)
I wont lay down, I got one more round;
(Lay down, Cotto...)
I want the bell to ring...
(Lay down, Cotto...)
I wont lay down, I got one more round;
(Lay down, Cotto...)
I want the bell to ring...
(Lay down, Cotto...)
I wont lay down, I got one more round;
(Lay down, Cotto...)
I want the bell to ring...

Yeah!