The Pubcrawlers - My Brother Sylveste Lyrics
Have you heard about the big strong manHe lives in a caravanHave you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fightOh Lord what a hell of a fightYou can take all the heavyweights you've got (What we got?)We've got a lad that can beat the whole lotHe used to work here as a doormanNow he's gonna fight George ForemanThat's my brother, Sylveste (What's he got?)A row of forty medals on his chest (Big chest!)He killed fifty bad men in the West, he knows no restSpeak of the man (Hell's fire!), don't push (Just shove!)Plenty of room for you and meHe's got an arm like a leg (Lady's leg!)And a punch that would sink a battle ship (Big ship!)It takes all the army and the navyTo take the bra off George BestRepeatHe thought he'd take a trip to ItalyHe thought that he'd go by seaJumped off the harbor in New YorkAnd he swam like a man from CorkHe saw the Lusitania in distress (What'd he do?)He put the Lusitania on his chest (Big chest!)Drank all the water in the seaAnd he walked all the way to ItalyThat was my brother, Sylveste (What's he got?)A row of forty medals on his chest (Big chest!)He killed fifty bad men in the West, he knows no restSpeak of the man (Hell's fire!), don't push (Just shove!)Plenty of room for you and meHe's got an arm like a leg (Lady's leg!)And a punch that would sink a battle ship (Big ship!)It takes all the army and the navyTo take the bra off Mae West
