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Steve Loftin
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Date Posted: 10:52:31 11/02/03 Sun
If I were an ultimate fighter, I'd itch to get in the cage
I'd train all night and train all day, not worrying about my age
My muscles would grow, my lungs would expand
I'd punch like I had two rocks in my hand
My shins, like steel, would crush through flesh
I'd leave my opponent in a Knocked out mess
I'd raise my hands in victory, high above the crowd
My fans would scream, my fans would cheer oh so very loud
I'd have big John to smile at me and pat me on the ass
"Good job!", he says, "You're the man, you fought until the last."
Then I'd get paid by Dana White, a whopping 60 large!
I'd walk around the octagon like I'm the man in charge
But, I'm not an ultimate fighter, I'm just a big redneck
I train whenever I get the chance and figure "what the heck?"
Put me on the mat and let me roll around
Give me a bit of a fighting chance and I'll try hard to not get clowned
My joints are like rice krispies, they snap and they pop
My lungs feel like they're burning, that's why I rest on top
Fat guys have it tough, our guts get in the way
I lose because of cardio and the donuts that I ate
So that's my future, it may be sad, but it's plain and it's clear
So pass me another chicken wing and toss me another beer
I'm not an ultimate fighter, and never will I be
Big John will never raise my hand in ultimate victory
But, I'll still train and do my best to keep the dream alive
I'll work out hard, as much as I can, as long as I survive
My knees will ache, my back will throb, my ankles will hurt too
But then, I'll just keep driving on to train as hard as you
So when you see me, shake my hand, and pat me on the back
but just don't shake me to darn hard, you might cause a heart attack!
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