WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON       Sitting in this trailer park tonight    Still basking in the memory of that glorious fight    It hit me when she stepped into the ring    Floating like a butterfly and I still feel the sting       CHORUS    I got it bad for an Arm Wrestling Woman    I'm going mad for an arm wrestling girl    I gotta steel my courage lay it on the line    But I got to make her mine    She gently puts her elbow on the block    She's ninety per cent Joan of Arc and ten per cent jock    She works the crowd she knows New York's her town    Gets that twinkle in her eye and lays that mother down       CHORUS       Lonely nights make fantasies run wild    She's with me and she's with child    And I will love her evermore    And I will rub her when she's sore    And I will share her with the world    That's just the way it is with an arm wrestling girl    Standing in this ice cold parking lot    To tell her my intentions will take all that I've got    Maybe she could love me probably not    But you can't put the points up if you don't take the shot       CHORUS