I'm sick of only making peanuts. 

I'm sick of stale sandwich bread. 

I've got a plan to make it better 

And it begins with a simple punch to my head. 

Another count and I'm down but I'm wearing him down. 

Keeping the faith that I've got what it takes. 

Deride my pride but I'll be alright. 

I've got a Rocky II lunchbox with bills in it 

And I'll scrape by. 

I have seen this on some episode 

Of Maude, Fish, Chips, or the White Shadow 

Rerun in my mind a thousand times 

Though I forget the channel. 

But I am back in my corner with ice packs and water 

The champ's right hook changing my good side to bad. 

Too late to make a run for the van 

The doc leans in timidly asking about my health plan 

I can see the referee wants to go home 

(homey's got a wife and family) 

And my detractors clap their hands and blow their smoke 

(Headline news in next day's sportspage.) 

With every second that goes by 

I don't mind my swollen eyes. 

‘Cause I bet on myself and I'm making a killing. 

My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose. 

My bookie is crying, my wife thinks I'm dying 

But I've got a nest egg that's hatching in the final round. 

And as I fall to the floor I don't feel so hardcore 

My teeth swinging loose like a drunk girl's caboose 

My boys in the corner are pensive and somber 

And Father O'Reilly is crossing himself more and more 

I can see the referee want to go home 

(Homey's got a wife and family) 

And my detractors move their feet and blow their smoke 

(Headline news in next day's sportspage). 

‘Cause I bet on myself and I'm making a killing. 

My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose. 

My bookie is crying, my wife thinks I'm dying 

But I've got a nest egg that's hatching in the final round. 

And the room spins round and round 

The victory party's at my place 

After my loss and my disgrace. 

‘Cause I bet on myself and I'm making a killing. 

My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose. 

My bookie is crying, my wife thinks I'm dying 

But I've got a nest egg that's hatching in the final round. 

You should've never come back.