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 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 learnt it's to run away, At least I enjoy what I do today. And I thank you very much that I do