Second fight; a six-round affair
For a small and rowdy crowd
Got knocked silly in the first
Left me "moo-ing" like a cow
Felt the blood flow down my cheek
As I lay flat on my back
Heard this guy yell "You Suck, Creep
you could not beat an old hag"

I got slaughtered
Oh, I got slaughtered
Drawn and quartered
Don't think my brain's OK

Man, he proned me, knocked me cold
Proned me, yeah, and broke my nose
Yeah, he proned me
Yeah, he proned me, made me moan
Wild right-hook somehow hit home
Left me groaning

I could not get up off my flattened duff
I just stared up at the sky
Nasty cut, the blood gushed out; flooded in my eye
Referee, he spoke, "No more for this bloke,
I must terminate this bout"
thru the smoke and din saw opponent grin
and right then I just passed out

In a coma
had hematoma
fist-induced "Soma"
don't even know my name

Had me moaning; lay there prone
Battered, bloodied; broken nose
prone and groaning
He re-zoned me; cracked my dome
Gave me a new Postal Code
Left me yodeling

(Instrumental break)
{During instrumental part boxer "moans' along to acoustic guitar part}
("Ow, ow, ow-ow-ow, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, Oh, oh, oh-oh-ho, oh-oh", etc.)
{In the 2nd part, he lightly sings to the piano notes and pace }
("It seems like the room is spinning all around me...)
(and I cannot keep my feet down on the ground...)
(And my head is really starting now to pound...)
(And I'm spitting blood up right out my mouth, ow...")

When I did come to, man, I sure felt screwed
They had holes drilled in my head
Then this Doctor spoke, "You're not "Okie-doke'
Cerebellum is now gel"
With superior tone said "Your thinker's blown
man, your brain has been reworked
Like an empty shell or a dried-up well
or a teen-age fast-food clerk"

Knew I'd been dissed
Oh, man, was I pissed
Drew back my clenched fist
Sure enjoyed all his frantic screams

Little troll had gone too far
Ticked me off, he raised the bar
he had dissed me
His whole face now; one big scar
Out of him I beat the tar
Most completely

Now he's moa-oo-oan-ing,
in great pai-ai-ain
Cause I did beat
out his brains
Yes, he's moa-oa-aning

He's atoa-ooa-oan-ing
hear him braay-aa-aay-yay-yay
teased hurt boxer
not "OK-aa-aay'
Now he's gro-oo-oan-ing