You want me to write another song about you again Marty?

I have always stood up to bullies, meet you anywhere for a physical - but I don't have the cash anymore to track you down pal.

I learnt to stand up to gutless wonders like you when I was a kid. The time the local gang was led by a certain thug who bothered me to the point where I told him to put up his fists in a ring where he couldn't run away from me; he eventually chickened out, as he realised that if he beat me to a pulp, he would be in serious trouble as he was the local Golden Gloves boxing champ. I didn't care, I'd take Mr Ali on if he insisted in abusing me like you do. You live then you die - I prefer to live with my head held high - watch 'Cool Hand Luke', mate.