In all of boxing one thing is true, Acknowledged by one and all, The greatest of all is named Bellew, Before him all must fall, No strategem can halt his might No plan or clever trick, The scouser wins in any fight, suck on that ussyk, Now Tony's not the fittest guy To enter in the ring, His diet of both chips and pie, A six pack doth not bring, How does he triumph over all, What secret does he wield, To win in any fight or brawl, Why must opponents yield, He wins the mental game you see, Then lion becomes mouse, No fighter retains clarity, When hearing Tony's scouse, So oleksander should beware, His mind will soon be bent, When Tony fixes him with a stare, And speaks in scouse accent,
