Be the punching bag,
A human punching bag.
But he fancies himself a fighter,
A radiant delighter, to see and to hear.
But he's a punching bag,
A human punching bag.
Can you believe what he sees in the mirror?

He might swing to the left,
He might swing to the right,
Sometimes he'll keep perfectly still.
But he's gonna get hit,
Let's not kid ourselves, he will.

He might swing to the left,
He might swing to the right,
Sometimes he'll keep perfectly still.
But he's gonna get hit,
It's just a matter of time.

See him hanging on a string until
He's gonna get hit.
He will, he will, he will.