Howard, the strangest things have happened lately when I take a good swingat all my dreams, they pivot and slip I drop my fists and they're back, laughing
Howard, my intention's become not to lose what I've won Ambition has given way to desperation and I lost the fight from my eyes
Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told, "You're growing old" The whole time we knew a couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good to you?
Howard, now I confess I'm scared and lonely and tired They seem to think I'm made of clay, another day, I'm not cut out for this I just know what to say, I say:
Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told, "You're growing old" The whole time we knew a couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good to you?
Well, sometimes I punch myself hard as I can yelling, "nobody cares!" Hoping someone will tell me how wrong I am No...
Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told, "You're growing old" The whole time you knew a couple of years I'd be through
Has boxing been good? Has boxing been good? Has boxing been good?