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 realize
My age had doubled
The man I became is a tragic bore
And he´s not a boxing champ any more
If there´s one thing I learned it´s to run away
At least I enjoy what I do today
And I thank you very much that I do