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 realize 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 learned, it's to run away At least I enjoy what I do today And I thank you very much that I do