The Boxer

Written by Paul Simon

I AM JUST A POOR BOY THOUGH MY STORY’S SELDOM TOLD I HAVE SQUANDERED

MY RESISTANCE FOR A POCKET FULL OF MUMBLES SUCH ARE PROMISES

ALL LIES AND JESTS STILL A MAN HEARS WHAT HE WANTS TO HEAR AND DISREGARDS

THE REST, LIE LA LIE LA LIE, LA LA LIE LA LA LA LA LIE

 

WHEN I LEFT MY HOME AND MY FAMILY I WAS NO MORE THAN A BOY IN THE COMPANY OF

STRANGERS IN THE QUIET OF THE RAILWAY STATION RUNNING SCARED

LAYING LOW SEEKING OUT THE POORER QUARTERS WHERE THE RAGGED PEOPLE GO 

LOOKNG FOR THE PLACES ONLY THEY WOULD KNOW

 

LIE LA LIE, LIE LA LIE LA LIE LA LIE, LIE LA LIE

LIE LA LIE LA LIE LA LIE LA LA LA LIE

 

ASKING ONLY WORK MANS’ WAGES I COME LOOKING FOR A JOB BUT I GET NO OFFERS

JUST A COME ON FROM THE WHORES ON SEVENTH AVENUE

I DO DECLARE THERE WERE TIMES WHEN I WAS SO LONESOME I TOOK SOME COMFORT THERE,

LIE LA LIE LA LIE, LA LA LIE LA LA LIE LA LIE

 

THEN I’M LAYING OUT MY WINTER CLOTHES AND WISHING I WAS GONE GOING HOME

WHERE THE NEW YORK CITY WINTERS AREN’T BLEEDING ME LEADING ME

GOING HOME, LIE LA LIE LA LIE, LA LA LIE LA LA LA LA LIE

 

IN THE CLEARING STANDS A BOXER AND A FIGHTER BY HIS TRADE WHERE HE CARRIES

THE REMINDERS OF EVERY GLOVE THAT LAID HIM DOWN OR CUT HIM TIL HE CRIED OUT

IN HIS ANGER AND HIS SHAME I AM LEAVING I AM LEAVING BUT THE FIGHTER STILL REMAINS,

LIE LA LIE LA LIE, LA LA LIE LA LA LA LE LIE

 

LIE LA LIE, LIE LA LIE LIE LA LA LIE

LIE LA LIE, LIE LA LIE LIE LIE LA LA LA LA LIE