Lyrics:

She's a pillar by the day, A fire by night. She's a famous architect, like Frank Lloyd Wright, When it comes to tightrope walkin', she's world renowned. Her elegance and charm are worthy of praise, And I heard she used to throw for the Oakland A's. She works 268 hours a week, I've yet to meet her match. A marvel of modern science, She's a natural born pioneer. I can't make up my mind, Should I put her on display or hide her? I'm gonna be her prize fighter, I know that she's out of my league... I'm gonna be her prize fighter, My uniform has been decreed. She's a daughter of the gods, Got a lot of clout. If she's ever in a bind, I'll get her out. And sometimes I have these nightmares, in the middle of the day, Where a hay-makin' gypsy steals her away. There ain't no doubt about it, I'm a slave to her shade of love. One day her majesty the Queen, unprovoked and unforseen. Is gonna fly her over to England, put that sword on her shoulder, And knight her! I'm gonna be her prize fighter, No label's gonna change where she's from... I'm gonna be her prize fighter, And I'm dancin' to the beat of her drum. And she's always on my side, rich or poor, And she's with me all the way to the Golden Door... My lioness, my piece de resistance, My only way... I'm gonna drive me an El Dorado, The colour of her eyes. With twin bullet tail lights, And plates that we desire. I'm gonna be her prize fighter, Though the weather may be foul... I'm gonna be her prize fighter, Though the wind and the wolves my howl. (Prize fighter...) Through the sunshine, through the rain. I'm gonna be her prize fighter, Over and over again.