Free Song Lyrics

We are the duckers of crosses,
   We are the swingers of swings.
We count our gains and our losses
   In all of the fourth rate rings.
We are the bums and the slackers
   Swiggers of Ancient Crow.
Yet the fans pay sixteen smackers
   To see us knocked for a row.
Bout losers and bout forsakers
   They hand us a-many slams,
For we are the set-ups and fakers,
   We are the fourth-rate hams!
We are the takers of slams and blips!
   Jester and ring-side clown!
But sometimes we go with our trunks on our hips
   And jerk us a title down!
Taking bout that champs are shying,
   Where the ring gong clangs and thrums
Where the swining mitts are flying—
   We are the fourth-rate bums!