he had a dream, but he had a lifenhe gave up the ring to have a wifenand he got a good job digging in a ditchnwhen it got deep enough, they pushed him innact your age! they told himnand he fell right in linenyou're old as you feel, they saynand so he up and diednnand the gloves were hangingnalone in the basementna lone rememberance of who he was beforennhe had a dream, but he'd rather dienhung from the ceiling by his tienwhen she left, she took all that he'd hadngave him back the ring, made him see rednsettle down! they told himnbut he had other plansnnone of them could hold himnhis heart was in his handsnnand his gloves felt like old shoesnthat fit like they used tona lone remindernof who he always wasnncome out and playncome out and play, prizefighternplayncome out and playnmama's little prizefighter,ncome on out and playnyou've wasted your life awaynget up before you're downnfor the 1, 2, 3 count