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Come on get those gloves on Elliot, you're late This is meant to be a boys club And not a village fete You're a disgrace to your family And to this boxing hall It's only as a favour I'll let you come at all Get in here, get in here, get in here Hit it Billy, whack him Really get stuck in It's not a flaming tea dance You're in a bleeding gym Stick one on it sunshine Make the lights go out Not a seaside special You're in a boxing bout Jab, jab, left hook Come up with the right Stab, stab, belt him Holy man, you're shite Elliot, you're a disgrace to your father The boxing gloves and the traditions of this boxing hall Songtexte'Morning girls Attention lacks no mischiefs The far end of the hall Is being used for ballet And modern jazz and all So I want no hanky panky It's just the dancing class And any working tickets Will get ballet up their ass And that means you Elliot, come on, get at him _____ man get moving You're a like a fanny in a fit Carry on like that son You can kiss you in the bit Go on now you're talking Smack him in the eye Elliot you're hopeless You could make a grown man cry You only get out of it what you put in You have to risk losing before you can win Don't think, feel it, do what feels right So can I go home now, can you shite It's all self-respect man It's all self-control The bigger they are, son The harder they fall You don't fight with fists, lad Fight with your brain Go on back in there And try it again Alright, I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it Jab, jab, left hook Come up with the right Stab, stab, that's it Holy man, you're shite It's not a bleeding tea dance Hit him where it hurts You're wearing bloody boxing gear Not leotards and skirts If I was your father I'd kick you up the ass It's man to man, come back man Not a West End fast Jab, jab, left hook Come up with the right Stab, stab, that's it Holy man, you're shite Aus Songtexte Mania