Jack Names the Planets - Boxeador Lyrics

An old contender, he don't remember the sound
The feel of leather, the music of the crowd
He ain't so limber, he ain't so young anymore
Can he get back to where he was before

Pick yourself off the floor once more
Pick yourself off the floor once more
Boxeador

He sits so stoic, a sober somber sound
His passion fades, as his glass goes down
In his youth, he fought the toughest men
But jim and jack knock him back again, and again

Pick yourself off the floor once more
Pick yourself off the floor once more
Boxeador

The crowd goes silent, and the lights go dim
Against the ropes, he's only fighting him
15 rounds, winner take the belt
12 steps, and he's blacking out again

Pick yourself off the floor once more
Pick yourself off the floor once more
Boxeador