Lyrics:

Well here she comes again
Blowing everybody's circuits
Girls like that bring a lump to m pocket
Everybody says I can never get her
L've been a lot of things
But I never was a quitter l'm a born fighter
L've gotta wriggle for my will now
L'm a born fighter
How I hate it on a plate
Shoe shopping,
Lapping up the grooms and uppers
L don't want to have to get
Another pair of hush puppies
L keep on lookin at 47-each
But one day, l'll be laughing
With the lizards on my feet
L'm a born fighter
L've gotta wriggle for my will now
L'm a born fighter
Now I hate it on a plate

L'm a born fighter
L've gotta wriggle for my wili now
L'm a born fighier
How I hate it on a plate
Well in between the pages
Of the glossy magazines
There's a coffee table world
I could never ever fit in
L shout about how I could never buy it
But I stand up and fight
For the right to go and try it
L'm a born fighter
L've gotta wriggle for my will now
Said I'm a born fighter
How I hate it on a plate

I'm a born fighter
I've gotta wriggle for my will now
L'm a born fighter
How I hate it on a plate