The spindle goes around A linen sheet hangs down from the wall He opens his mouth But doesn't make a sound at all Focus on the challenger, cut to the crowd Back to the ring, microphone drops down Touch of the gloves, stand face-to-face The picture wavers, stalls and shakes He waves his fist at us, and walks away Her cigarette burns down She waits outside the chapel in the rain It's taking too long But she keeps them all waiting just the same Stops to remember a day long gone by She takes a deep breath, then steps inside He's still in uniform, she's dressed in white If you do something, then do it right The war is over, now it's time to fight The boys over here were too easy to beat Too straight with the left, too slow with the feet Knock them down and be sure to retreat To a neutral corner She thanks you for your time And shuts the door behind you as you leave You can worry all you like But she's not the one who's crying, actually Everyone's waiting to shake your hand And talk about the time they saw your old man Down the gym or at the Albert Hall You know he wouldn't be impressed at all He'd say: “You see one bloody fight, you've seen them all.” The boys over here were too easy to beat Too straight with the left, too slow with the feet Knock them down and be sure to retreat To a neutral corner