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THE KID'S LAST FIGHT Lyrics

"THE KID'S LAST FIGHT" was written by Bob Merrill.
"THE KID'S LAST FIGHT" was written by Bob Merrill.

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It was tiger Wilson versus Kid McCoy
In the summer of ninety-three
Now the Kid was everybody's pride and joy
Just as game as a Kid could be

And his darlin' Bess was in the second row
She was prayin' with all her might
Sayin', "Kid, we need that little bungalow
Oh, you've just gotta win tonight"

Come on, Kid, come on, Kid
Let's hit him with a left and the right
Go on, Kid, go on, Kid
But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight
But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight

Now the Kid had fever to the very bone
But nobody would ever guess
He was in there fightin' on his heart alone
'Cause he just had to win for Bess

Oh, the Kid was battered, the Kid was floored
But the count never got to ten
Though his brain was reelin' when the people roared
He was up on his feet again

Come on, Kid, come on, Kid
Let's hit him with a left and the right
Go on, Kid, go on, Kid
But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight
But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight

Said the tiger, scowlin' "Don't you know you're through
I can whip you just like a child"
I'm gonna take the fight and take your woman too
When he heard that the Kid went wild

Said the Kid, for that "I'll tear you limb from limb
And he sprang like an angry colt"
He said a punch a flyin' at the tiger's chin
Knocked him out like a thunderbolt

Come on, Kid, come on, Kid
Let's hit him with a left and the right
Go on, Kid, go on, Kid
But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight
But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight

To the crowd that saw it there was little doubt
That the Kid was a champ that night
But the champ would never have another bout
It was the fever that won the fight

Gather round, I'm bettin' even money folks
There's a bell soundin' way up high
And the champ is climbin' through the golden ropes
Of the big ring up in the sky

Come on, Kid, come on, Kid
Let's hit him with a left and the right
Go on, Kid, go on, Kid
But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight

Songwriters
Bob Merrill

Published by
WB MUSIC CORP.;CHAPPELL & CO.

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