Stillman’s Gym

[LEFTY]
Over on New York's Eighth Avenue
Stands a bulding gray and grim

[ALL]
It's the home of broken noses
Our Alma Mater, Stillman's Gym
Though the plastered walls are peeling
And it looks a mess to some
We point with pride
To that spot on the Northwest side

[BOXER 1]
Where John L. Sullivan always parked his gum

[ALL]
Stillman's! Stillman's!
Rah, rah, rah!
Hit 'em in the breadbox (Uh, uh)
Hit 'em in the breadbox (Uh, uh)
Fight for Stillman's, fight!
Sock 'em with a right hook (Ouch, ouch)
Make him hear the birdies (Tweet, tweet)
Fight for Stillman's, fight!
Stillman's, dear old Stillman's
Home of famous fighting men
For you, dear old Stillman's
I lay me down for the count of ten (Rah, rah, rah)
Stillman's, dear old Stillman's
We worship at your shrine
For you, dear old Stillman's
I'd get me up for the count of nine