Well, i'm john l sullivan and i'll kick your a**
I got lefts, rights, uppercuts, hooks and wicked jabs
And of all these sk**s I possess
The one thing I don't have
Is love
To heal my wounded heart
Well i'm a drunken irishman
The last bare knuckles champ
Lord you know i've tasted blood
And my eyes have been damp
And if it is you're asking me
What i'm all about
I'm gonna look you in the eye and tell you man
I can lick any sonofab**h in the house