Oh, I'm much bigger,
Much bigger by two,
But you charge at me.
My strength and sly skill's no use,
I'm twistin' in surprise.
Oh no, my head gets clutched.
I dread this brawl.

That's me gettin' cornered,
That's me in the fop tights,
Losing to a midget,
Trying to reach down to you,
As your low blows hit my clad jewels.
Oh no, you're much too tough.
I haven't got the stuff.

I fought to deter your grappling.
I sought to reverse your cling.
I think I lost my oft' huge pride.

Every blister
and every ache is dour,
I'm ruing my profession,
Vying to creep and slide from you,
While your firm, taut and grindin' hold rules.
Oh no, my head gets scuffed.
My head gets mauled.

A bitter twist,
A fitted wrist splint for my injury,
A scissored disc slipped,
You tossed me till my knees failed.
Stuck with all these agonies
and ailing profound,
And now I dread my crutch.

I tossed and I turned while gasping.
I lost and got burned in ring.
I think I thought I almost died.

Drat, that guy was mean.
Drat, I just got creamed.

That's me and my horror,
That's me and the doc's knife,
Bruising needs incisions.
Sighing from bleak scrub nurse crew,
And they don't know if I'll pull through it.
Oh no, I've bled too much.
I'll have to get a truss.

No thought I'd return to grappling,
Distraught as my nurse fits sling,
I drink by straw, my jaw's too tight.

Drat, that guy was mean,
Spry, sly, thigh-high.
Drat, I just got creamed,
Just got creamed, just got creamed, creamed . . .