Bring back Knockout Kings

Intro

(Whoo)

(Whoo)

(Yeah yeah yeah)

Verse 1

Lace 'em up tight for the title screen

I was twelve years old with a joystick dream

Frazier Lewis Holyfield in the roster list

Never touched a gym but I knew every fist

Career mode nights with a soda and a slice

Build a jab build a name pay the price

They took my childhood and they boxed it up tight

Now the new ones feel hollow and polite

Chorus

Bring back Knockout Kings

Bring back Fight Night

Real ones know the feeling of a Saturday fight

Bring back Knockout Kings

Bring back Fight Night

Put the leather on the canvas let it hit right

Verse 2

Now these soft little sims with the floaty little hooks

Rubber band punches like a picture in a book

No grit no soul no blood on the mat

Just a glossy little cartoon dressed up fat

I want cracked vinyl drums and a bell that stings

I want a crowd that screams for the man with the rings

We was raised on the roar and the ten-count dread

Now they feed us pretty pixels instead

Chorus

Bring back Knockout Kings

Bring back Fight Night

Real ones know the feeling of a Saturday fight

Bring back Knockout Kings

Bring back Fight Night

Put the leather on the canvas let it hit right

Bridge

Ding ding ding

Feel that

Ding ding ding

Come on

Deep in the chest where the old heads rest

Give me one more round give me nothing less

Final Chorus

Bring back Knockout Kings

Bring back Fight Night

Every kid that ever swung a controller knows the hype

Bring back Knockout Kings

Bring back Fight Night

Knock the kings back in the ring

Let 'em fight

Let 'em fight

(Let 'em fight)

(Let 'em fight)