Stan’ Up and Fight-The Rat Pack

Stan' up An' fight - Sammy Davis Jr. Thanks a lot! It's sure nice to be, To be where I can see So many friends of mine. How've I been doin'? How've I been doin'? If you really want to know the truth, I'm doin' fine! Seventeen Decisions in a row, An only five on points; The rest was all K.O. Jackson and Johnson, Murphy and Bronson, One by one they come, And one by one to dreamland they go. How's it done? You ask me, how's it done? I got a trainer man That taught me all I know. It's sure feels good To have him in my corner, To hear his voice so soft low: Oh my boy big boy, You must remember Stan' up an' fight Until you hear the bell, Stan' toe to toe, Trade blow fer blow, And keep punchin' till you Make yer punches tell, And show that crowd watcher know! Until you hear that bell, That final bell, Stan' up an' fight like hell! When you fight Out in the open air, Out of a patch of light The ring looks small and white. Out in the blackness, Out in the blackness, You can feel a hunderd thousand eyes Fillin' the night. Cigarettes Are blinkin' in the dark, And makin' a little polkots Around the baseball park, People are quiet~ Then there's a riot! Someone sorrows a punch An' plants smack right on the mark... Someones hurt, You kinda think it's you. You flow across the ropes That's all you want to do. Then you look around And see your trainer's eyes, He is beggin' you to see it through, They say, Remember, Big Boy, remember Stan' up an' fight Until you hear the bell, Stan' toe to toe, Trade blow for blow, And keep punchin' till You make yer punches tell, And show that crowd watcher know! Until you hear that bell, That final bell, Stand up an' fight like hell! Stand up an' fight Stand up an' fight An' fight like hell