We went to the youth club and we looked out of place I didn't know where to look so I looked at your face But you were a boxing champ and I was a weakling You didn't give me a chance, you gave me a beating And I thank you very much that you did And as the time went by we stayed out of trouble Before I could realise, my age had doubled The man I became is a tragic ball And he's not a boxing champ anymore If there's one thing I learnt it's to run away At least I enjoy what I do today And I thank you very much that I do