Do you remember Gerry Cooney
Well, girls, put your titties away
Yeah, this great man, The Great White Hope
He slipped back between the ropes
And he never stepped inside
The spit bucket that he did find
And he looked at me, gave me a wink
And Cooney, yeah, he just started to sing
He sang, wop-ba bah looba
A-bump an goo
A tutti-frutti, oh, rutti
Shama-lama-lama ding-dong
Wop-bam boom
Oh, Gerry Cooney, I will fight for you
Yeah, I remember St. Stephen's Day
Cooney came over, he hoped to make way
He said, "Son, come outside"
He said, "I know it's dark"
But he, he took one turn and then he just trailed off
So I put on his gloves
They don't fit quite right
They left me so cold, I wanted to fight
So I hit him one time, I hit him two time
Cooney, he just smiled, “That ain't right”
He sang, wop-ba bah looba
A-bump an goo
A tutti-frutti, oh, rutti
Shama-lama-lama ding-dong
Wop-bam boom
Oh, Gerry Cooney, I will fight for you
[?] on the undercard
At 141, yeah, I was too hard
So I grounded my weight down to 136
Yeah, I know, I look skinny and sick
[?]
Come on, Cooney, you're not responsible
Step out the way, I'll take one of your rounds
Come on, Cooney, get up off the ground
Yeah, I remember Gerry Cooney
Men, put your gusto to shame
He fought for us, inside the ring
Sure he lost, but at least we could sing
Wop-ba bah looba
A-bump an goo
A tutti-frutti, oh, rutti
Shama-lama-lama ding-dong
Wop-bam boom
Oh, Gerry Cooney, oh, I love you