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 realise,
My age have doubled,
The man I became is a tragic bore,
And he's not a boxing champ any more,
If there's one thing I learned
It's to run away,
At least I enjoy what I do today,
And I thank you very much that I do.