Stan' up and Fight (Until You Hear De Bell) - Sammy Davis, Jr.

Thanks a lot!

I’t sure is nice to be,

To be where I can see

So many friends o' mine.

How’ve I been doin'?

How’ve I been doin'?

If you really want to know de truth,

I’m doin' fine!

Seventeen

Decisions in a row,

An' only five on points;

De res' were all K.O.

Jackson an' Johnson,

Murphy an' Bronson,

One by one dey come,

An' one by one to dreamland dey go.

How’s it done?

You ask me, how’s it done?

I got a trainer man

What taught me all I know.

It Sure feels good to have him in my corner,

To hear his voice so soft it low:

Remember"Big boy",

You mus' remember

Stan' up an' fight until you hear de bell,

Stan' toe to toe,

Trade blow fer blow, and

Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell, and

Show dat crowd watcher know!

Until you hear dat bell,

Dat final bell,

Stan' up an' fight like hell!"

When you fight

Out in de open air, out

In a patch o' light

De ring looks small an' white.

Out in de blackness,

Out in de blackness,

You c’n feel a hun’erd thousan' eyes

Fillin' de night.

Cigarettes

Are blinkin' in de dark,

And makin' little spark’s

Aroun' de baseball park,

People are quiet

Then there’s a riot!

Someone throws a punch

an than it’s smack right on de mark

Someon’s hurt,

You kinda think it’s you.

You hang across de ropes

Da’s all you want to do.

Den you look aroun' an' see your trainer’s eyes, he’s

beggin' you to see it through,

Dey say, «Remember,

Big Boy, Remember

Stan' up an' fight until you hear de bell,

Stan' toe to toe,

Trade blow fer blow, and

Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell, and

Show dat crowd what you know!

Until you hear dat bell,

Dat final bell,

Stan, up an' fight like hell!"