Charles Bukowski - That’s why funerals are so sad lyrics

He's got all the tools but he's lazy
Has no
Fire, the ladies drain his senses, his
Emotions, he just wants to drive his
Flashy car he gets a wax job once a month
Throws away his shoes when they get scuffed
But he's got the best right hand in the
Business
And his left hook can cave in a man's ribs
If I can get him to do it but
He has no god damned imagination
He's in the top ten
But the music is missing he makes the money
But it's all going to get away from him
Some day he's not going to be able to do
Even the little he's doing now
His idea of victory is to pull down as
Many women's panties as he can
He's champ at that
And when you see me screaming at him
In his corner between rounds
I'm trying to awaken him to the fact that
The TIME is nOW he just grins at me:
"hell, you fight him, he's a bitch"
You have no idea, cousin, how many men
Can do it but won't