Song Name: The Pugilist

Songwriter: Conan Lindsay & Eamonn Lindsay

Copyright: 2011

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Lyrics:

The Pugilist

Three rounds to put him down
Goin to annihilate and divest
This pugilist from his crown
To be the king to be the best
Bobbin n' weavin, duckin n' divin
Punchin jabbin poundin his eye
He's swayin fallin takin a beatin
Back to the canvas energy dry
Eight count he's up ready again
Dance the ring to hunt him down
On his loaf my punches rain
Confidence high and fully grown
Bucklin a mind full of confusion
He holds me energy a sappin
No stoppin no mercy just attrition
Gonna give him another whippin
Send him reelin from an uppercut
Lost in space stumblin backward
In slow motion like walkabout
With his head lookin upward
Movin in I hit him once more
Right on the temple bullseye
Staggerin, fallin, he hits the floor
Facin upward toward the sky

You're the king, you're the king
You're the king o the ring
He got no more ropes left to cling
No more will the pugilist swing
No mas, no mas my fans they sing
You're the king o the ring,
You're the king you're the king
You're the king o the ring
He got no more ropes left to cling
No more will the pugilist swing
No mas, no mas my fans they sing
You're the king o the ring

Fresh by water and sponge
Feel a steel flow through me
Stay relaxed out of range
Dancin and stingin like a bee
Out of a corner he bounds
Looks excited shows no fear
Could be more rounds
A right catches him clear
He stumbles grabs a rope
Turns smacks me on the jaw
Peak a boo you've no hope
With a pitty-pat punchin paw
Ouch he hits just like a bitch
Next for him is shock n awe
Tempo raised up a notch
Missiles poundin his jaw
Punch drunk now no escape
He swings to come again
Misses stumbles like an ape
I storm him in a hurricane
Blow by blow everyone is a hit
Duckin divin punchin poundin
Legs wobblin his minds in a fit
Lucky brawler bells a soundin

You're the king, you're the king
You're the king o the ring
He got no more ropes left to cling
No more will the pugilist swing
No mas, no mas my fans they sing
You're the king o the ring,
You're the king you're the king
You're the king o the ring
He got no more ropes left to cling
No more will the pugilist swing
No mas, no mas my fans they sing
You're the king o the ring

Cold steel ice and water now
Iron brawlers face pretty again
Throws a right and left somehow
Rushin side steppin he's a spinnin
Forlorn chargin so drainin tho
Stompin canvas lungs a suckin
Takes a right blow a left blow
Hell of a poundin chins a splittin
Goin southpaw adrenaline buzzin
Got no pugo no mas no faith
Jack like springin train like hittin
My weapons my pace don't abate
Dodgin poundin him left to right
The end is near my blood racin
His hopes crushed his fans quiet
Double sightin his head vibratin
Loosin teeth no more laughin gear
Another missile hits the button
He's veerin wobblin unable to steer
Hits the canvas lookin to heaven
Horns a tootin the fans a wavin
As referee is busy countin down
Pugilist lies a sleepin and snorin
Got no mas no class and no crown

You're the king, you're the king
You're the king o the ring
He got no more ropes left to cling
No more will the pugilist swing
No mas, no mas my fans they sing
You're the king o the ring,
You're the king you're the king
You're the king o the ring
He got no more ropes left to cling
No more will the pugilist swing
No mas, no mas my fans they sing
You're the king o the ring…