[Originally by Simon & Garfunkel]   I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told   I have squandered my resistance   For a pocketful of mumbles   Such are promises      All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear   And disregards the rest      When I left my home and family   I was no more than a boy   In the company of strangers   In the quiet of the railway station, running scared      Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go   Looking for the places only they would know      La la li   La la la la li la li   La la li   La la la la la la li la la la li      Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job   But I get no offers   Just a come-on from some bitch   On Seventh Avenue      I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome   I took some comfort there, la la la la la la      [repeat chorus]      And I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone   Going home   Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me   Leading me going home      In the clearing stands a boxer   And a fighter by his trade   And he carries the reminders   Of every glove that laid him down or cut him      'til he cried out in his anger and his shame   I am leaving, I am leaving   But the fighter still remains   La la la la la la la la la li      [repeat chorus twice]      Yeay! Yeay! Yeay! Ow!