Howard, the strangest things Have happened lately when I Take a good swing at all my dreams They pivot and slip I drop my fists and they're back Laughing Howard,
My intention's become Not to lose what I've won Ambition has given way to Desperation and I Lost the fight for my eyes
CHORUS Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told, "you're growing old" The whole time we knew A couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good to you?
Howard, now I confess I'm scared and lonely and tired They seem to think I'm made of clay Another day I'm not cut out for this I just know what to say I say
Well sometimes I punch myself Hard as I can, yelling "Nobody cares" Hoping some one will tell me How wrong I am Howard,
CHORUS Boxing's been good to me Howard Now I'm told "you're growing old" The whole time you knew A couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good. . . Has boxing been good. . . Has boxing been good?