Son of a plumber, American Dream
You're what we wanted to be
Bleached blond warrior, with star-spangled eyes
You'll always be champion to me
But it's hard times now that you're gone
The stratosphere was reserved for you
It's hard times now that you're gone
And all the boys in the back are singing those hard time blues
The Andersons, Blanchard, and Flair can't compete
We all know the way that you feel
Face among faces, man among men
You made us believe it was real
But it's hard times now that you're gone
The stratosphere was reserved for you
It's hard times now that you're gone
And all the boys in the back are singing those hard time blues
It's hard times now that you're gone
The stratosphere was reserved for you
It's hard times now that you're gone
And all the boys in the back are singing those hard time blues