Iron Mike's Main Man's Last Request

Hey little buddy, don't even worry
Everything is going to be okay
I could have told you when you started making money
That the world was going to treat you this way
Forget your first wife, she was no good for you
She was gold-digging bitch, and her mom was, too
Hey, Iron Mike
Don't let them get you down

Hey little buddy, don't look uneasy
You just keep your eyes fixed on this fight
If that mean old Don King don't give you back all of your money
I say you and I, we go take it back some night
You're still the champion, and everybody knows you are
Come on, Iron Mike, let's take the Porsche to the titty bar
Come on, champ
Come on, champ

All I'm asking for is $300
And that's only 'til my brother straightens out
I would do this for you if I could and you needed me to
Ain't that what friendship's all about?

Hey little buddy, don't get angry
God, please, at least not at me
You know that I am right behind you
All the way, old compadre
You just say whatever you want to, and I'll agree

Who washed every car in this ten-car garage?
Who carries the boombox in the entourage?

Me. Mike. Goddamn it. Me.