Текст Me First And The Gimme Gimmes – The Boxer

I am just a poor boy though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises

All lies and jest

When I left my home and family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, running scared

Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

Chorus:
La la li
La la la la li la li
La la li
La la la la la la li la la la li

Asking only workman’s wages I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from some bitch on Seventh Avenue

I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there, la la la la la la la

Chorus

And I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren’t bleeding me
Leading me going home

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down or cut him

Chorus x2

Yeay! Yeay! Yeay! Ow!