I once said that a blow from the bomber
was like walking in the shadow of death
And a punch to the body could double you
over and leave you fighting for breath
But when you're fighting with the guy who's gonna put you down
There's no time fighting for the air around
That's when it's time to give in
Just admit that you're wrong and sing
Don't count John Lewis out He still stands on two feet
Don't put a dollar on his downfall,
boys He'll have your prediction beat
Or you can call him a loser or a thing of
the past But old wars is they never die fast
Don't count John Lewis out He's a man you could never put down
Well,
try to put yourself in the place of another
And you're treading on dangerous ground
He will fill your sight with high-five letters
And your head spinning round and around
You'll think this guy's the devil himself
And realize he ain't good for your health
As he greets you again on a chin
Just admit that you're wrong and sing
Don't count John Lewis out He still stands on two feet
Don't put a dollar on his downfall,
boys He'll have your prediction beat
Or you can call him a loser or a thing of the past
But old wars is they never die fast Don't count John Lewis out
He's a man you could never put down
Hey, Joe! Hey,
Joe! They're all too young to know
Hey, Joe!
Hey, Joe!
They're all too young to know
To them you're the first in line of a has-been band
You're king of the ring,
but they're too young to ever understand
Confess,
Mr. Putdown,
say if you can If you're pride and your body's not bruising
Get in the ring with this old hat-bean And it's you,
my friend,
that he's losing
Old Joe's fits have a lot to say In
a backstreet derelict sort of a way
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