It will sting, your right cheek, after the glovin’,
which is the precursor to the fray.
There is no need to jeer with curse words;
you know it’s the dueling way.

It is projectile pain one of us will be feelin’
when we raise sights to our eagle eyes.
There’s no doubt: One of us will go down
after the lead starts to fly.

Undertaker sees
that soon one of us will be done.
Now, under shady trees, we will have begun.

But first, seconds we seek, after the glovin’
’cause they are, theoretically wise.
Each one of them will make an appeal
that we’ll both apologize.

But I will not back down, and I know that neither will you.
So after the glovin’, a duel is gonna ensue.

Neither lets out a peep after the glovin’;
each of us looks on with steely eyes.
There’s no doubt: One of us will go down.
Neither of us wants to die.

And I will not back down, and I know that neither will you.
But we each can hit nothin’; so, we think this anew.

Yes, after our nothin’s, we go gluggin’ some brew.