Hello friend and hello stranger,
I caught up with your staring eyes,
at my black eye and my complexion.
That's because every time I fight,

Down I go
Down I go

Boxing is a nice profession
if you have the winning punch.
Technically not up to standard,
it means I'm crap, if you got the hunch.

Down I go
Down I go

Big night, big crowd, heavy showdown,
big pride yes I've got to win.
I dive and strike, evade and counter,
a mean right hook my legs give in.

And down I go
Down I go

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ...

Just one count before the deadline
I arise resume my pose.
Through my bloodshot burning eyes,
I see this glove comin' at my nose.

And down I go
Down I go

I wake up, I am in a sickbay
wake up from a nasty dream.
I go downstairs to get some water,
untied shoelace, trip and scream.

And down I go
Down I go

May be I should take up bowling,
or take a sailboat out to sea.
I probably would strike a leak,
because my fate will follow me.

Then down I go
Down I go
Down I go (4x)