The spindle goes around

A linen sheet hangs down from the wall

He opens his mouth

But doesn't make a sound at all

Focus on the challenger, cut to the crowd

Back to the ring, microphone drops down

Touch of the gloves, stand face-to-face

The picture wavers, stalls and shakes

He waves his fist at us, and walks away

Her cigarette burns down

She waits outside the chapel in the rain

It's taking too long

But she keeps them all waiting just the same

Stops to remember a day long gone by

She takes a deep breath, then steps inside

He's still in uniform, she's dressed in white

If you do something, then do it right

The war is over, now it's time to fight

The boys over here were too easy to beat

Too straight with the left, too slow with the feet

Knock them down and be sure to retreat

To a neutral corner

She thanks you for your time

And shuts the door behind you as you leave

You can worry all you like

But she's not the one who's crying, actually

Everyone's waiting to shake your hand

And talk about the time they saw your old man

Down the gym or at the Albert Hall

You know he wouldn't be impressed at all

He'd say: “You see one bloody fight, you've seen them all.”

The boys over here were too easy to beat

Too straight with the left, too slow with the feet

Knock them down and be sure to retreat

To a neutral corner