My legs are made of lead
There's a ringing in my head
My lungs burn and heave inside my chest
Although a warning sighs
That voice inside me cries
I'm still champion of champions I'm the best
There goes the bell again
So I rise to meet the pain
It never felt like this those years ago
I'v put on a little weight
At times I move too late
Even good old Arnie says I'm slow
This young buck he's a tiger
Fighting fit and full of fibre
He throws a perfect searching jab and cross
He has speed and he has power
And how those wild eyes glower
It's time to show this kid I'm still the boss
So I'll reel him in to mix
Then I'll fire a few old tricks
Teach him what this game is all about
Now I have him in a clinch
Though he doesn't give an inch
I'll prove he's just another back street lout
I caught him on the...