So many mouths to feed on the farm   And Sonny was the second to the last one born   His Mamma ran away and his daddy beat him bad   And he grew up wild, good love he never had      He had a left like Henry's hammer   A right like Betty Bamalam   Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread   And all them sluggers went down like lead      Well he hung with the hoods, he wouldn't stroke the fans   But he had dynamite in both his hands   Boom bam like the slammer door   The bell and the can and the bodies on the floor      Beware   The Bear's in town   Somebody's money says the Bear's going down   Yeah, the Bear never smiles   Sonny's going down for miles and miles   Sonny's going down for miles and miles   Yeah      The writers didn't like him the fight game jocks   With his lowlife backers and his hands like rocks   They didn't want to have a bogey man   They didn't like him and he didn't like them      Black Cadillac, Alligator boots   Money in the pockets of his shark skin suits   Some say the Bear took a flop   They couldn't believe it when they saw him drop      He had a left like Henry's hammer   A right like Betty Bamalam   Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread   And all them sluggers went down like lead   Yeah      Joe Louis was his hero, he tried to be the same   But a criminal child wears a ball and chain   So the civil rights people didn't want him on the throne   And the hacks and the cops wouldn't leave him alone      Beware   The Bear's in town   Somebody's money says the Bear's going down   Yeah, the Bear never smiles   Sonny's going down for miles and miles   Sonny's going down for miles and miles   Yeah      At the foot of his bed with his feet on the floor   There was dope in his veins and a pistol on the drawer   One lone investigation as such   He hated needles but he knew too much      Criss crossed on his back   Scars from his daddy like slavery tracks   The second last child was the second last King   Never again was it the same in the ring      He had a left like Henry's hammer   A right like Betty Bamalam   Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread   And all them sluggers went down like lead   Yeah      They never could be sure about the day he was born   A motherless child set to working on the farm   And they never could be sure about the day he died   The Bear was the King, they cast aside      Beware   The Bear's in town   Somebody's money says the Bear's going down   Yeah, the Bear never smiles   Sonny's going down for miles and miles   Sonny's going down for miles and miles   Yeah