Stan’ Up An’ Fight - Sammy Davis, Jr.

Thanks a lot!

I’m sure glad to be

To be where I c’n see

So many friends o' mine

How’ve I been doin'?

How’ve I been doin'?

If you really wanta know de truth

I’m doin' fine!

Seventeen

Decisions in a row

An' only five on points;

De res' was all K. O

Jackson an' Johnson

Murphy an' Bronson

One by one dey come

An' one by one to dreamland dey go

How’s it done?

You ask me, how’s it done?

I got a trainer man

Who taught me all I need to know

Sure feels good to have him in my corner

Hear his voice a-whisp'rin' low:

«Big boy, remember

You mus' remember

Stan' up an' fight until you hear de bell

Stan' toe to toe

Trade blow fer blow

Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell

Show dat crowd watcher know!

Until you hear dat bell

Dat final bell

Stan' up an' fight like hell!»

When you fight

Out in de open air

In a patch o' light

De ring looks small an' white

Out in de blackness

Out in de blackness

You c’n feel a hun’erd thousan' eyes

Fillin' de night

Cigarettes

Are blinkin' in de dark

An' makin' polka dots

Aroun' de baseball park

People are quiet~

Den dere’s a riot!

Someone t’rows a punch

An' plants it right smack on de mark…

Somebody’s hurt

You kinda think it’s you

You hang across de ropes

Da’s all you want to do

Den you look aroun' an' see your trainer’s eyes

Beggin' you to see it through

Dey say, «Remember

Big Boy, remember

Stan' up an' fight until you hear de bell

Stan' toe to toe

Trade blow fer blow

Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell

Show dat crowd watcher know!

Until you hear dat bell

Dat final bell

Stan, up an' fight like hell!"