The Boxer

The Boxer

I tell ya, doc, ya gotta help me! Nobody's got faith in me fightin' no more ... No, doc, dey don't!

Ya say ya want I oughta lay on da couch? ... Sure, doc...

Near as I can remember, it started durin' trainin'. I was doin' fine until me trainer starts watchin' ... Dat's when me punchin' bag K.O.'d me fer da count!

Me manager don't think much o' me neither, since when I heared da bell an' took off runnin' from da challenger around da ring.... After dat fight, me manager told me he was gonna put me under contract to da L.A. Dodgers as a base runner!

After dat, me trainer really lost confidence in me .... Whata ya mean, doc?! How would you feel if your trainer got ya Tweety fer a sparin' partner?!!!

But it ain't like I'm no good in da ring. I hold da knock-out record fer da woild. Everytime I gets inta da ring, in two minutes me opponent K.O.'s me!

No, I can't go back ta woik fer Jack-In-da-Box! ... 'Cause Jack-in-da-Box is da ones what sponsers me in da ring now!!! Dey do it in exchange fer advertisin' on da back o' me robe before da fight. Lemme tell ya, doc ... It don't do much fer a guy's ego ta strut down ta da ring through da boxin' fans wearin' a robe dat says, "BRUCE McPUG, CHICKEN SUPREME"!!! ...

No, doc, even me girl don't believe in me. Last week she sent me a gift ... Whata ya mean, "Dat's nice"??? She monogrammed me boxin' trunks with da name o' me next o' kin!!!

I tell ya, doc, ya gotta help me!!