Ronnie Ross - All Bark And No Bite

I hear the bell ring
As he puts up his dukes,
I start to sing
And think 'This will be a fluke'.

He's won the championship
For three years in a row,
But he poses no hardship
As I relinquish my bow.

He is coming at me fast
With his fists a blazin,
What flies through my mind last
Is the amount of his motivation.

He takes the first swing
And I am now on the floor,
I start to whistle and sing
As my lifeless body is wheeled out the door.

Ronnie Ross

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