Flying through the nightime
And I'm feeling awfully sad
Missing all your punchlines
Yeah, they make me feel so glad

Now Joe came around, feet off the ground
Thinks he loves you, loves you when you get down
Oh, my time is running out
And, yes, my fists ready for a shootout
I'll beat his ass, turn that grin into a frown
Me and you, we're never coming down

You got nothing wrong you, killa
Thrilla in Manila
The lipstick stains on your boxing gloves
You got what I love
You got what I love

Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you?
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you?
Thrilla in Manila
Thrilla in Manila
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you?
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you?
Thrilla in Manila
Thrilla in Manila

My state of mind is endless
Yeah, I'm fighting for my rights
Baby, you my lifeline
I need you every night

Now the gloves are off, where is the king?
Laying on the floor surely that ain't he?
Oh, adrenaline is ecstasy
Blood on his cheeks, it's a revelation
I beat his ass, where's his reputation?
I don't even care, now it's you and me

You got nothing wrong you, killa
Thrilla in Manila
The lipstick stains on your boxing gloves
You got what I love
You got what I love

Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you?
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you?
Thrilla in Manila
Thrilla in Manila
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you?
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you?
Thrilla in Manila
Thrilla in Manila

I'll take a hit for you
I'll take a shot for you
I'll take a fall for you
Anything you want me to

I'll take a hit for you
I'll take a shot for you
I'll take a fall for you
Anything you want me to

I love it when you sittin' close
In all your expensive clothes
Looking through your shades
Can you see all the scars he made?
Heal me in all of your spirit waters
I can even swim to the bottom
If you want, I'll drown today
'Cause, baby, I'll be dying eventually

You got nothing wrong you, killa
Thrilla in Manila
The lipstick stains on your boxing gloves
You got what I love
You got what I love

Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you?
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you?
Thrilla in Manila
Thrilla in Manila
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you?
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you?
Thrilla in Manila
Thrilla in Manila

I love it when you sittin' close
In all your expensive clothes
I love it when you sittin' close
In all your expensive clothes
You smoke au naturale
Baby, sittin' here composed as hell
I may be Americano
But you be hittin' me like Pacifican bongos

Thrilla in Manila