Of a sudden I see stars

I can barely utter a vowel

I'm down on bended knee

Trainer threw in the towel

 

That's what Bertha did to me

Her beauty rained right hooks

Love peppering me with jabs

Knocked out cold by her looks

 

She didn't pull her punches

Her uppercuts thrown at will

She trapped me on the ropes

Bertha's big punches can kill

 

They carried me out of the ring

Bertha was there when I woke

She said I'd put up a good fight

Better than her previous bloke

 

We still enjoy the odd scrap

For my Bertha easily sees red

Short, friendly warm-up bouts

When she wants to go to bed