The Boxer - The King’s Singers

Du du du du du du du
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are ppromises
All lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
Wu wu wu wu wu wu
Du du du du du du du du du
When I left my home
And my 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 place only they would know
Lie la lie lie la lie lie la lie lie la lie lie la lie lie la lie
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Lie la lie lie la lie hu wu wu wu wu wu
Then 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 leading me
Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
I am leaving I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
Wu wu wu du du du
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