If you really want to know de truth,
And one by one to dreamland they go.
You ask me, how′s it done?
What taught me all I know.
It Sure feels good to have him in my corner,
To hear his voice so soft it low...
"Stan' up an′ fight until you hear de bell,
Keep punching till you make yer punches tell, and
Show that crowd watcher know!
Until you hear that bell,
Stan' up an′ fight like hell!"
De ring looks small and white.
You can feel a hunderd thousand eyes
and making little spark′s
around the baseball park,
an than it′s smack right on de mark
you kinda think it′s you,
you hang across the ropes
Then you look around and see you
Trainer′s Eyes, he's begging you to see it through,
"Stan' up an′ fight until you hear the bell,
Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell, and
Show dat crowd what you know!
Stan, up an′ fight like hell.!"