On and on I go
Busted knuckles so sore
Ever facing my foe
Always asking for more
One, two, starting to get hazy
Three, four, got to get back up
Up again, the hits get lazy
The bell rings, I drink from my cup
Break is over, time to start
We face each other once again
Left and right I swing, thus played my part
They hit the floor, the counter gets to ten
The deed is done
I have won
To see this through, just a few
I look up and see the son
Leave the stage, as per my cue