Come on get those gloves on
Elliot, you´re late
This is meant to be a boys club
And not a village fete
You´re a disgrace to your family
And to this boxing hall
It´s only as a favour
I´ll let you come at all
Get in here, get in here, get in here

Hit it Billy, whack him
Really get stuck in
It´s not a flaming tea dance
You´re in a bleeding gym
Stick one on it sunshine
Make the lights go out
Not a seaside special
You´re in a boxing bout

Jab, jab, left hook
Come up with the right
Stab, stab, belt him
Holy man, you´re shite

Elliot, you´re a disgrace to your father
The boxing gloves and the traditions of this boxing hall
´Morning girls

Attention lacks no mischiefs
The far end of the hall
Is being used for ballet
And modern jazz and all
So I want no hanky panky
It´s just the dancing class
And any working tickets
Will get ballet up their ass
And that means you Elliot, come on, get at him

_____ man get moving
You´re a like a fanny in a fit
Carry on like that son
You can kiss you in the bit
Go on now you´re talking
Smack him in the eye
Elliot you´re hopeless
You could make a grown man cry

You only get out of it what you put in
You have to risk losing before you can win
Don´t think, feel it, do what feels right
So can I go home now, can you shite

It´s all self-respect man
It´s all self-control
The bigger they are, son
The harder they fall
You don´t fight with fists, lad
Fight with your brain
Go on back in there
And try it again
Alright, I´ll do it, I´ll do it, I´ll do it

Jab, jab, left hook
Come up with the right
Stab, stab, that´s it
Holy man, you´re shite

It´s not a bleeding tea dance
Hit him where it hurts
You´re wearing bloody boxing gear
Not leotards and skirts
If I was your father
I´d kick you up the ass
It´s man to man, come back man
Not a West End fast

Jab, jab, left hook
Come up with the right
Stab, stab, that´s it
Holy man, you´re shite