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.