Gm              Eb
Do you remember Gerry Cooney
      Bb                     D
Well, girls, put your titties away
Gm                        Eb
Yeah, this great man, The Great White Hope
Bb              D
He slipped back between the ropes
    Gm       Eb
And he never stepped inside
    Bb          D
The spit bucket that he did find
    Gm               Eb
And he looked at me, gave me a wink
    Bb                    D
And Cooney, yeah, he just started to sing


[Chorus]
         Bb
He sang, wop-ba bah looba
  Eb
A-bump an goo
  Bb           F
A tutti-frutti, oh, rutti
Bb
Shama-lama-lama ding-dong
Eb
Wop-bam boom
   Bb             F                Gm
Oh, Gerry Cooney, I will fight for you


[Verse 2]
Gm                Eb
Yeah, I remember St. Stephen's Day
Bb                  D
Cooney came over, he hoped to make way
Gm             Eb
He said, "Son, come outside"
         Bb
He said, "I know it's dark"
       D
But he, he took one turn and then he just trailed off
     Gm
So I put on his gloves
     Eb
They don't fit quite right
      Bb                 D
They left me so cold, I wanted to fight
         Gm                 N.C.
So I hit him one time, I hit him two time
Bb              D
Cooney, he just smiled, that ain't right


[Chorus]
         Bb
He sang, wop-ba bah looba
  Eb
A-bump an goo
  Bb           F
A tutti-frutti, oh, rutti
Bb
Shama-lama-lama ding-dong
Eb
Wop-bam boom
   Bb             F
Oh, Gerry Cooney, I will fight for you


[Verse 3]
Bb                      D
You went to ride on the other cow
   Eb         F
At 141, yeah, I was too high
     Bb                         D
So I grounded my weight down to 136
Eb                    F
Yeah, I know, I look skinny and sick
Bb                     D
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Eb                F
Come on, Cooney, you're not responsible
Bb                          D
Step out the way, I'll take one of your rounds
Eb                F             Gm
Come on, Cooney, get up off the ground


[Verse 4]
Gm               Eb
Yeah, I remember Gerry Cooney
Bb                     D
Men, put your gusto to shame
Gm                Eb
He fought for us, inside the ring
Bb                        D
Sure he lost, but at least we could sing

[Chorus]
         Bb
He sang, wop-ba bah looba
  Eb
A-bump an goo
  Bb           F
A tutti-frutti, oh, rutti
Bb
Shama-lama-lama ding-dong
Eb
Wop-bam boom
   Bb               F   F7  Bb
Oh, Gerry Cooney, oh I love you