I don't miss where I came from
But each night I dream about being back home
When I wake up in the morning
I'm too tired, tired of being alone
So I get up and go downtown
And pick me out a little piece of ground
Where I can prove something to the world
I can prove something to the world
Don't look at me
I'm the bus stop boxer [Repeat: x2]
Daddy put us in the truck and
Dropped us off and said good luck, then
One lucky kid waiting for the bus
Made a winner out of one of us
Don't look at me
I'm the bus stop boxer [Repeat: x2]
Going down by the railroad tracks, where
People know that they better not relax
I'm the man, baby, I am the man
This is where I can make you understand
I'm the bus stop boxer
Don't look at me [Repeat: x2]
