Howard, the strangest thing Has happened lately When I take a good swing And all my dreams They pivot and slip I drop my fists and they're back Laughing Howard My intention's become not to lose what I've won Ambition has given way to desperation and I Lost the fight from my eyes
[chorus:] Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm old, you're growing old The whole time we knew In a couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good to you
Howard, I confess I'm scared and lonely and tired They seem to think I'm made of clay Another day, not cut out for this I just want to say, I say
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Well sometimes I punch myself as hard as I can Yelling nobody cares hoping someone will tell me how Wrong I am
