The Great White Hope

 

 

The arena’s filled
Packed in like sardines
All walks of life
On the edge of their seats

Wide eyed and amazed
Blow by blow they do gaze
As the giants in the ring
Dance in a maze

No compromise tonight
Victory is sweet
Layin’ down your opponent
In unanimous defeat

From the sports writer pages who pound the print
To the gamblin’ man layin’ down a mint
With your ticket stub still in your hand
Five’ll get you one on him to win

Managers linin’ your loot in his pockets
Twelve rounds of blows to your head he’ll be sockin’
Your trainers says he’s got a plan
Round by round
Blow by blow

Fist to the head
Fist to the head
Fist to the head
Is all you know

Referee’s hoverin’ above you now
He’s shoutin’ out numbers and shoutin’ em out loud
Someone’s dancin’ all round
A belt round his waist he’s about to mount

The reporter shoves a microphone in the ring
The cut on your forehead it barley stings
Someone else shoutin’ hoax
But the fellows that surround you they bellow nope

The great white hope
The great white hope
Takin' it on the chin
Up against the ropes

The great white hope
The great white hope
The man is down
Underneath the ropes

From the boxer’s glove that laid you down in the eighth
To a nation stunned watching in disgrace
And as they lead you defeated from the ring
All the boos and the jeers
Amidst the shoutin’ and the cheers

The people scornfully say

The great white hope
The great white hope
The man is down
Underneath the ropes

Written by Stack Jones
© Copyright 2010

 

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