he had a dream, but he had a life   he gave up the ring to have a wife   and he got a good job digging in a ditch   when it got deep enough, they pushed him in   "act your age!" they told him   and he fell right in line   you're old as you feel, they say   and so he up and died      and the gloves were hanging   alone in the basement   a lone rememberance of who he was before      he had a dream, but he'd rather die   hung from the ceiling by his tie   when she left, she took all that he'd had   gave him back the ring, made him see red   "settle down!" they told him   but he had other plans   none of them could hold him   his heart was in his hands      and his gloves felt like old shoes   that fit like they used to   a lone reminder   of who he always was      come out and play   come out and play, prizefighter   play   come out and play   mama's little prizefighter,   come on out and play   you've wasted your life away   get up before you're down   for the 1, 2, 3 count