Boxing Champ

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