JOSE CELAYA (HE’S A PURE FLAME IN A DIRTY GAME)

Hey, hey, hey, his name’s José,
Straight outta Salinas, C-A!
José! José! José!

He pulled on the gloves when he was just a kid.
No one could believe the things that he did.
He was a butterfly with a scorpion sting.
He stung anyone who stepped in the ring.
From Nevada to the Argentine,
He fought hard, he fought clean.
He's a cunning cobra with a lionheart.
Everything he does is a work of art.

It’s a sweet science; it’s a dirty game.
In all the violence, he’s a pure flame.
Hey, hey, hey, his name’s José,
Straight outta Salinas, C-A!
José! José! José!

They treated him like a slim outsider.
In his greatest fight he was ten pounds lighter.
He moved in quick like a dynamiter.
We'd never seen a more exciting fighter.
How'd he become such a hot live wire?
Was he forged in a white-hot fire?
Did he steal it from the ancient Maya?
The world knows him as José Celaya.

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