A duet on a ring, basketball and jogging I'm waiting for you, you're scrutinizing me, ready for the supercuts Let the fight begin, two or three shots in advance One right, one dodge, everyone on the TV Again and again, body to body, I agree with you But if tomorrow, you go too far You can call your mother and pray Mohamed Ali, I'm not afraid of him I box in the same category But I'll knock him out, if he looks at another He won't have time to count to ten K.O. K.O. K.O. K.O. K.O. K.O. K.O. A boy in the ropes, you can always hang yourself Your tears, your excuses, nothing to do, nothing to have fun Now you assume, you took me for a featherweight I shouldn't have started, I didn't ask for anything I attack, when the others dive I don't throw the sponge, it's you that I stretch I'm made like that, but what do you think? To overdo it, you'll count your bones Mohamed Ali, I'm not afraid of him I box in the same category But I'll knock him out, if he looks at another He won't have time to count to ten K.O. K.O. K.O. K.O. K.O. K.O. One day, we'll put on our gloves One day, we'll give ourselves time In love, neither losing nor winning I'm for it, yes, but in the meantime Mohamed Ali, I'm not afraid of him I box in the same category But I'll knock him out, if he looks at another He won't have time to count to ten K.O. K.O. K.O. K.O. K.O. K.O.