[02.58.000]It's a three-minute round and you're back in yr corner,
[00:07.000]In the streets around here
[00:10.000]there was nobody tougher than me,
[00:15.000]I was quick with me fists and fast with me
[00:19.000]footwork as you can plainly see,
[00:24.000]But while fighting was useful for getting your way,
[00:27.000]Among the toughs of the town where you could hold sway,
[00:32.000]There had to be something that was better than this,
[00:36.000]I was fifteen years old and I'd never been kissed.
[00:40.000]Well of course she'd ignore me, her friends would all sneer,
[00:44.000]At me bloody nose dripping and me cauliflower ear,
[00:48.000]For it's hard to convince in a romantic pose,
[00:52.000]With a lovely black eye and a broken nose,
[00:56.000]Where a girl is attracted to skills more refined,
[01:00.000]Than the pugilist's art, and so I inclined,
[01:05.000]To take meself serious as a modern romancer,
[01:09.000]And I secretly learnt all the moves of a dancer.
[01:14.000]Ye swing to the left, ye swing to the right,
[01:17.000]Keep your eyes on your partner, more or less like a fight,
[01:21.000]Ye just follow the rhythm, and ye keep to the beat,
[01:25.000]The important thing's never to look at your feet,
[01:29.000]Then a miracle happens, your mind's in a trance,
[01:33.000]Though the strategy's subtle, retreat and advance,
[01:38.000]It's all about attitude, all in your stance,
[01:41.000]Attention to detail, leaving nothing to chance,
[01:45.000]Which explains how the pugilist finally learned how to dance.
[01:53.000]Well, I'd waltz with a broomstick and if I was caught,
[01:57.000]I'd pretend I was sweeping or practicing sport,
[02:02.000]But I really had eyes for your mother ye see,
[02:05.000]Wanting her to acknowledge this new version of me,
[02:09.000]But now everyone's watching, expecting I'll fail,
[02:14.000]But there's fire in me belly, there's wind in me sails,
[02:18.000]I knew it was risky and I was taking a chance,
[02:22.000]I couldn't retreat now, I had to advance.
[02:26.000]So I swing to the left, I swing to the right,
[02:30.000]Keep me eyes on me partner, like I would in a fight,
[02:34.000]I just keep to the rhythm and follow the beat,
[02:38.000]The important thing's never to look at yr feet,
[02:42.000]But a miracle's happened, and your mind's in a trance,
[02:46.000]They're all laughing and cheering and looking askance,
[02:50.000]On the night that the pugilist finally learned how to dance.
[03:02.000]You're licking yr wounds just like little Jack Horner,
[03:06.000]Don't let your guard down try a jab with your right,
[03:10.000]Or you're losing on points by the end of the night,
[03:13.000]Then a miracle happens, and everyone's screaming,
[02:18.000]You're pinching yourself just in case you're still dreaming,
[03:21.000]You've taken the initiative, you've taken your chance,
[03:26.000]It's the night when this pugilist finally learned how to dance.
[03:33.000]In a bout where the strategist's bridges were burned,
[03:37.000]Where it seemed that his fortune had suddenly turned,
[03:40.000]'Twas the night that this scrapper was suddenly dapper,
[03:44.000]And this poor fellow's heart was still going like the clappers,
[03:49.000]The night that the pugilist finally learned how to dance.