WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON 

 

Sitting in this trailer park tonight 

Still basking in the memory of that glorious fight 

It hit me when she stepped into the ring 

Floating like a butterfly and I still feel the sting 

 

CHORUS 

I got it bad for an Arm Wrestling Woman 

I'm going mad for an arm wrestling girl 

I gotta steel my courage lay it on the line 

But I got to make her mine 

She gently puts her elbow on the block  

She's ninety per cent Joan of Arc and ten per cent jock 

She works the crowd she knows New York's her town 

Gets that twinkle in her eye and lays that mother down 

 

CHORUS 

 

Lonely nights make fantasies run wild 

She's with me and she's with child 

And I will love her evermore 

And I will rub her when she's sore 

And I will share her with the world  

That's just the way it is with an arm wrestling girl 

Standing in this ice cold parking lot  

To tell her my intentions will take all that I've got 

Maybe she could love me probably not 

But you can't put the points up if you don't take the shot 

 

CHORUS