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
Im 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
Shes ninety per cent joan of arc and ten per cent jock
She works the crowd she knows new yorks her town
Gets that twinkle in her eye and lays that mother down
Chorus
Lonely nights make fantasies run wild
Shes with me and shes with child
And I will love her evermore
And I will rub her when shes sore
And I will share her with the world
Thats 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 Ive got
Maybe she could love me probably not
But you cant put the points up if you dont take the shot
