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Here's a little story about someone that you knowHe was a right famous fellow by the name of Russell CroweI was working at a pub and he was smoking at the barThat's a crime as you all know in CaliforniaSo I sidled up the rail, right to where he stoodI said, "I'm sorry Mr. Crowe," as nicely as I could"You'll have to put that out now, throw it on the floorIf you don't, I'll kick you out and show you to the door."Well, he squared right up to me, somewhat in surpriseThen he narrowed up his gaze, shot me daggers with his eyes"If you think you're man enough, go ahead," he saidI was scared for my live so I dalked him in the headThe closest I've come to ending up deadWas the night that I punched Russell CroweThe Gladiator, in the headHe lifted up his hands put them to his noseBlood was running through his fingers, dripping on his clothesHis bodyguards ran up, "Get him," shouted Crowe"Run," cried Chucky, "run and don't stop until you get to Mexico."The closest I've come to ending up deadWas the night that I punched Russell CroweSongtexteThe Gladiator, in the headThe closest I've come to being deadWas the night that I punched Russell CroweThe Gladiator, in the headOy oy oyYou can't hit me, I'm the Cinderella ManI'm the Master and Commander, I'm AustralianYou can't hit me, don't you know I'm dangerousI am the outlaw Ben Wade, come on, tigerI am MaximusOy oy oy... Aus Songtexte Mania