Down but never out
The crowds hail his name
He stands strong
Weathering each storm
Dancing around on tired legs
Slow & fatigued still keeping his hands up
By shear will, he keeps coming
Bruised and battered
Biting down, marching forward
People jump to their feet
Bookies clutching their dollars


In deep waters he rises victorious
Screaming to the glory
Carried on the shoulders of men
Parading his belt
For he’s the best in the world