I thought, 'Your sprained thumb's crocked again.'
So I got strength and Bill gave ground,
And that round was an easy round.
During the wait my Jimmy said,
'What's making Billy fight so dead?
He's all to pieces. Is he blown?'
'His thumb's out.'
'No? Then it's your own.
It's all your own, but don't be rash--
He's got the goods if you've got cash,