I'm the man
I'm the bus stop boxer
Where I can prove something to the world
And pick me out a little piece of ground
Made a winner out of one of us
Daddy put us in the truck and
Don't look at me
I'm too tired
Dropped us off and said good luck
I can prove something to the world
I'm the bus stop boxer
When I wake up in the morning
Don't look at me
Baby I am the man
Then one lucky kid waiting for the bus
Going down to the railroad tracks
And tired of being alone
So I get up and go downtown
Where people know that they better not relax