Fight Song - The Stanfields

They’re rattling their rapiers

And prancing in their livery

They’re howling at the gates again

Hot time in the olde town tonight

Get yourself together

And meet me at the magazine

We’re gonna have a reckoning

Hot time in the olde town tonight

Tonight, Tonight,

We’re gonna make it our own

But we’re gonna do it right

Tonight, Tonight,

We’re gonna make it our own

But we’re gonna do it right

Rally round the bannerman

Fire up the the forge

And muster at the cannery

Hot time in the old town tonight

Keep your wits about ya when

We turn it up and fall upon

The auld sworn enemy

Hot time in the old town tonight

Tonight, Tonight,

We’re gonna make it our own

But we’re gonna do it right

Tonight, Tonight,

We’re gonna make it our own

But we’re gonna do it right

This is our house

Are you ready for the fisticuffs

The fuss, the muss, the row, the fray?

Hot time in the old town tonite

This is our house

Take your medicine

And fly the fiddlin' fuck away

From whence you came

Hot time in the old town tonight

Tonight, Tonight,

We’re gonna make it our own

But we’re gonna do it right

Tonight, Tonight,

We’re gonna make it our own

But we’re gonna do it right