| It was Tiger Wilson versus Kid McCoy
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| In the summer of 'ninety-three
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| Now the Kid was everybody’s pride and joy
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| Just as game as a kid could be
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| And his darlin' Bess was in the second row
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| She was prayin' with all her might
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| Sayin, «Kid, we need that little bungalow
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| Oh, you’ve just gotta win tonight»
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| Come on, Kid, come on, Kid
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| Let’s hit him with a left and a right
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| Go on, Kid, go on, Kid
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| But how were they to know it was the Kid’s last fight (But how were they to
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| know it was the Kid’s last fight)
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| Now the Kid had fever to the very bone
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| But nobody would ever guess
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| He was in there fightin' on his heart alone
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| Cause he just had to win for Bess
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| Oh, the Kid was battered, the Kid was floored
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| But the count never got to ten
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| Though his brain was reelin' when the people roared
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| He was up on his feet again
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| Come on, Kid, come on, Kid
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| Let’s hit him with a left and a right
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| Go on, Kid, go on, Kid
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| But how were they to know it was the Kid’s last fight (But how were they to
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| know it was the Kid’s last fight)
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| Said the Tiger, scowlin', don’t you know you’re through
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| I can whip you just like a child
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| I’m gonna take the fight and take your woman too
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| When he heard that the Kid went wild
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| Said the Kid, «For that I’ll tear you limb from limb»
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| And he sprang like an angry colt
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| He said a punch a-flyin at the Tiger’s chin
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| Knocked him out like a thunderbolt
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| Come on, Kid, come on
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| Kid Let’s hit him with a left and a right
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| Go on, Kid, go on, Kid
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| But how were they to know it was the Kid’s last fight (But how were they to
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| know it was the Kid’s last fight)
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| To the crowd that saw it there was little doubt
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| That the Kid was a champ that night
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| But the champ would never have another bout
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| 'Twas the fever that won the fight
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| Gather round, I’m bettin' even money folks
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| There’s a bell soundin' way up high
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| And the champ is climbin' through the golden ropes
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| Of the Big Ring up in the sky
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| Come on, Kid, come on, Kid
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| Let’s hit him with a left and a right
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| Go on, Kid, go on, Kid
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| But how were they to know it was the Kid’s last fight |