Me First and the Gimme Gimmes - The Boxer lyrics
[Me First and the Gimme Gimmes - The Boxer lyrics]
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for
A pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises, all lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants
To hear and disregards the rest
When I left my home and family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers, in the
Quiet of the railway station, running scared
Laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters where
The ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
La la li la la la la li la li
La la li la la la la la la li la la la li
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from some bitch on 7th Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there, la la la la la la
La la li la la la la li la li
La la li la la la la la la li la la la li
Well, I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone going home
Where the New York City
Winters aren't bleeding me
Leading me, going home
In the clearing stands a boxer and
A fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every
Glove that laid him down
And cut him 'til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
La la la la la la la la la li
La la li la la la la li la li
La la li la la la la la la li la la la li
La la li la la la la li la li
La la li la la la la la la li la la la li
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for
A pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises, all lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants
To hear and disregards the rest
When I left my home and family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers, in the
Quiet of the railway station, running scared
Laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters where
The ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
La la li la la la la li la li
La la li la la la la la la li la la la li
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from some bitch on 7th Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there, la la la la la la
La la li la la la la li la li
La la li la la la la la la li la la la li
Well, I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone going home
Where the New York City
Winters aren't bleeding me
Leading me, going home
In the clearing stands a boxer and
A fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every
Glove that laid him down
And cut him 'til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
La la la la la la la la la li
La la li la la la la li la li
La la li la la la la la la li la la la li
La la li la la la la li la li
La la li la la la la la la li la la la li