Like a bruised prizefighter I limp from the ring Heavyweight, I've grown lighter Bee has lost its sting Looking back At my past victories Sad just to live For some vain memories Roses are red Ribbons are blue Champion rings are gold But my glory days are through With a bruised and squashed ego I seek solitude Former queen with broken throne Comebacks are eschewed Looking back I once conquered the world So arrogant At the time it unfurled Roses are red Ribbons are blue Champion rings are gold But my glory days are through Ooooh-oh Ooooh-ah Used up I'm bruised I limp I'm through Roses are red (red) Ribbons are blue (ooh-ooh-oh) Champion rings are gold But my glory days are through Roses are red (roses are red) Ribbons are blue (ribbons are blue) Champions all grow old (so old) Hard to face the day we're through