| Bow to the King,
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| He’s marching down the aisle
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| His subjects start to scream,
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| They’ve waited quite a while
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| The King is dressed in red,
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| His fist are hard as lead
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| He’s waited months to meet,
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| The man he’s going to beat
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| Bow to the King!
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| He slowly steps inside,
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| Across the canvas hide
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| He hears the bell to fight,
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| He’s blinded by the light
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| Bow to the King!
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| The King begins to move,
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| His movements are so smooth
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| The man moves to his right,
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| His eye’s are filled with fright
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| The King connects a right!
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| The man is turning white!
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| A jab has crushed his jaw,
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| The man begins to fall
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| In fifteen seconds flat,
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| He’s put him on the mat
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| The man is counted out,
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| The King has won the bout
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| As the bell begins to ring,
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| The crowd salutes their king
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| With fist up high, they jab the sky,
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| He’s won again they sing!
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| Bow to the King!
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| He’s won again!
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| Bow to the King!
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| He’s won again! |