Bow to the King, He's marching down the aisle His subjects start to scream, They've waited quite a while The King is dressed in red, His fist are hard as lead He's waited months to meet, The man he's going to beat Bow to the King!
He slowly steps inside, Across the canvas hide He hears the bell to fight, He's blinded by the light Bow to the King!
The King begins to move, His movements are so smooth The man moves to his right, His eye's are filled with fright The King connects a right! The man is turning white! A jab has crushed his jaw, The man begins to fall In fifteen seconds flat, He's put him on the mat The man is counted out, The King has won the bout As the bell begins to ring, The crowd salutes their king With fist up high, they jab the sky, He's won again they sing! Bow to the King! He's won again! Bow to the King! He's won again!