The ref said, «Keep it clean. Standing eight-count in effect.»
I’d heard about her right, it’s her left I won’t expect
She caught me on the heart with a jab I didn’t see
I’m dancing like a butterfly, but she’s stinging like a bee
It’s clobbering time
and I’m down, but I’m not out
It’s clobbering time
and there goes the bell
Feeling cocky in my corner when we got in the ring
but my confidence was on the ropes when she took her first swing
I’ve always had the upper hand in the tale of the tape
but in this title fight of love, I’m a featherweight
It’s clobbering time
It’s clobbering time
It’s clobbering time
and there goes the bell
It’s clobbering time