| Well, there’s no way out of Marrickville
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| For the son of the hard working man
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| Where the punk who has the muscle
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| Is the leader of the local gang
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| Well, there ain’t no time for discussion
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| And there ain’t no time to waste
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| You just take him on single handed
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| You push him, 'til he breaks
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| He said, «hey, that’s alright
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| I can take it for one more round
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| You can give me your best shot, baby
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| But the boy keeps knockin 'em down…»
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| So he grew up wild and reckless
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| And he grew up quick and mean
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| 'Til an enterprising gentleman
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| Put his talents in the ring
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| He said, «boy you’re just a renegade
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| You got no place left to hide…
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| I can make you fame and fortune
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| Maybe champion of the world…»
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| He said, «hey, that’s alright
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| I can take it for one more round
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| You can give me your best shot, baby
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| But the boy keeps knockin 'em down…»
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| He said, «hey, that’s alright
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| I can stand here and hold my ground
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| You can give me your best shot, baby
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| But the boy keeps knockin 'em down…»
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| Well, there’s blood on the canvas and leather
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| And he learned his lesson well
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| But the boy keeps swingin' those punches
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| 'Til he hears that final bell
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| He said, «hey, that’s alright
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| I can take it for one more round
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| You can give me your best shot, baby
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| But the boy keeps knockin 'em down…»
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| He said, «hey, that’s alright
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| I can stand here and hold my ground
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| You can give me your best shot, baby
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| But the boy keeps knockin 'em down…»
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| He said, «hey, that’s alright
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| You can give me your best shot, baby
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| But they boy, hey
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| But the boy keeps knockin 'em down…» |