Fight Song Songtext
von The Stanfields

They′re rattling their rapiers
And prancing in their livery
They're howling at the gates again
Hot time in the olde town tonight
Get yourself together
And meet me at the magazine
We′re gonna have a reckoning
Hot time in the olde town tonight
Tonight, Tonight,
We're gonna make it our own
But we're gonna do it right
Tonight, Tonight,
We′re gonna make it our own
But we′re gonna do it right


Rally round the bannerman
Fire up the the forge
And muster at the cannery
Hot time in the old town tonight
Keep your wits about ya when
We turn it up and fall upon
The auld sworn enemy
Hot time in the old town tonight
Tonight, Tonight,
We're gonna make it our own
But we′re gonna do it right
Tonight, Tonight,
We're gonna make it our own
But we′re gonna do it right

This is our house
Are you ready for the fisticuffs
The fuss, the muss, the row, the fray?
Hot time in the old town tonite
This is our house
Take your medicine
And fly the fiddlin' fuck away
From whence you came
Hot time in the old town tonight
Tonight, Tonight,
We′re gonna make it our own
But we're gonna do it right
Tonight, Tonight,
We're gonna make it our own
But we′re gonna do it right