Stillman’s Gym 创作者：
André Previn

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调：Eb major

Verse 1
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Over on New York's 8th Avenue,
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stands a building gray and grim.
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It's the home of broken noses,
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our alma ma ter, still, but still.
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Though the plastic walls  are peeling,
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and it looks a mess, no song,
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we fight with pride
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through that spot on the
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Northwest side.
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Where John L. Sullivan
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always parked his dog.
Stillmans! Stillmans!
Rock! Rock! Rock!
Hit 'em in the breadbox!
Ho! Ho!
Hit 'em in the breadbox!
Ho! Ho!
Fight for Stillmans!
Fight! Sock 'em with a right hook!
Ouch! Ouch!
Make 'em hear the whities!
Beep! Beep!
Fight for Stillmans!
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Fight! Stillman's, dear old Stillman's,
home of famous fighting men.
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For you, dear old Stillman's,
I'd lay me down for the count of ten.
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Stillman's, dear old Stillman's,
we'd worship at your shrine.
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For you, dear old Stillman's,
I'd get me up at the count of nine.
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As we think of Stillburn's graduates,
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our eyes begin to  mist.
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For the fighting game
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has its heavyweight hall of famed,
When John L. Sullivan
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came  in from the dead.