Lyrics Stan’ Up and Fight - The Rat Pack

Stan’ Up and Fight

Thanks a lot!
I’m sure glad to be
To be where I c’n see
So many friends o' mine
How’ve I been doin'?
How’ve I been doin'?
If you really wanta know de truth
I’m doin' fine!
Seventeen
Decisions in a row
An' only five on points;
De res' was all K. O
Jackson an' Johnson
Murphy an' Bronson
One by one dey come
An' one by one to dreamland dey go
How’s it done?
You ask me, how’s it done?
I got a trainer man
Who taught me all I need to know
Sure feels good to have him in my corner
Hear his voice a-whisp'rin' low:
«Big boy, remember
You mus' remember
Stan' up an' fight until you hear de bell
Stan' toe to toe
Trade blow fer blow
Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell
Show dat crowd watcher know!
Until you hear dat bell
Dat final bell
Stan' up an' fight like hell!»
When you fight
Out in de open air
In a patch o' light
De ring looks small an' white
Out in de blackness
Out in de blackness
You c’n feel a hun’erd thousan' eyes
Fillin' de night
Cigarettes
Are blinkin' in de dark
An' makin' polka dots
Aroun' de baseball park
People are quiet~
Den dere’s a riot!
Someone t’rows a punch
An' plants it right smack on de mark…
Somebody’s hurt
You kinda think it’s you
You hang across de ropes
Da’s all you want to do
Den you look aroun' an' see your trainer’s eyes
Beggin' you to see it through
Dey say, «Remember
Big Boy, remember
Stan' up an' fight until you hear de bell
Stan' toe to toe
Trade blow fer blow
Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell
Show dat crowd watcher know!
Until you hear dat bell
Dat final bell
Stan, up an' fight like hell!"