Stan' Up an' Fight

Stan’ up an’ Fight - Sammy Davis Jr

Thanks a lot!

It's sure nice to be,

To be where I can see

So many friends of mine.

How've I been doin'?

How've I been doin'?

If you really want to know the truth,

I'm doin' fine!

Seventeen

Decisions in a row,

An only five on points;

The rest was all K.O.

Jackson and Johnson,

Murphy and Bronson,

One by one they come,

And one by one to dreamland they go.

How's it done?

You ask me, how's it done?

I got a trainer man

That taught me all I know.

It's sure feels good to have him in my corner,

To hear his voice so soft low:

Oh my boy big boy,

You must remember

Stan' up an' fight until you hear the bell,

Stan' toe to toe,

Trade blow fer blow,

And keep punchin' till you

Make yer punches tell,

And show that crowd watcher know!

Until you hear that bell,

That final bell,

Stan' up an' fight like hell!

When you fight

Out in the open air,

Out of a patch of light

The ring looks small and white.

Out in the blackness,

Out in the blackness,

You can feel a hunderd thousand eyes

Fillin' the night.

Cigarettes

Are blinkin' in the dark,

And makin' a little polkots

Around the baseball park,

People are quiet~

Then there's a riot!

Someone sorrows a punch

An' plants smack right on the mark...

Someones hurt,

You kinda think it's you.

You flow across the ropes

That's all you want to do.

Then you look around

And see your trainer's eyes,

He is beggin' you to see it through,

They say, Remember,

Big Boy, remember

Stan' up an' fight until you hear the bell,

Stan' toe to toe,

Trade blow for blow,

And keep punchin' till

You make yer punches tell,

And show that crowd watcher know!

Until you hear that bell,

That final bell,

Stand up an' fight like hell!

Stand up an' fight

Stand up an' fight

An' fight like hell