I Can't Sing And I Can't Dance,

Don't Worry Honey, I'm Too Mean To Die.

Nailing Him Was Like Trying To Thread A Needle In A High Wind.

All The Time He's Boxing, He's Thinking. All The Time He Was Thinking, I Was Hitting Him.

For The First And Only Time, I Was More Worried About Getting Hurt By The Crowd Than By The Guy I Was Fighting. I Got A Pretty Good Blast When Introduced. The Crowd Was Hollering And Raising Hell. I Looked Around For My Bodyguard, A Colorful New York Character Named Wild Bill Lyons, Who Packed Two Pearl-handled Pistols And Used To Talk A Lot About His Days In The West. Wild Bill Was Under The Ring, Hiding.

A Champion Owes Everybody Something. He Can Never Pay Back For All The Help He Got, For Making Him An Idol.