Champion from Relaxed American by Heat Manager
Tracklist
| 3. | Champion | 4:03 |
Lyrics
The coach said the heyday of Jewish fighters was over
And my complexion couldn’t hold a bruise
I had poor coordination, short fingers and attention
And I was guaranteed to lose
My mom and sister tried, they begged and they cried
Don’t get into the ring with those much bigger men
But the night the held up my gloves
Though I could barely stand up
I was the county champion
I was the champion
Whoa, oh, oh
I had the robe and the shorts and the belt
I was the champion
Whoa, oh, oh
It was the toughest that I ever felt
Just as sure as I bleed when I’m cut
The glow of victory is gonna fade
Everybody knows that one fight wonders
Don’t keep gettin’ paid
But I face off my opponent honey, one more time
And when I do, it’s gonna be all for you
But also just to tell him he’s got an ugly matzah ball face
Like a shit talkin’ New York Jew
I was the champion
Whoa, oh, oh
I had the robe and the shorts and the belt
I was the champion
Whoa, oh, oh
It was the toughest that I ever felt
I was the champion
Whoa, oh, oh
And those punks all hit the ground
I was the champion
Whoa, oh, oh
One by one in the final round
Shit, I’m the champion
