Song Lyric Sunday: Sweet Caroline

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, writers were challenged to grab hold of a song containing the word touch or feel, in either the title or the lyrics. After scouring for the ideal tune, the track best suited for such a task is the walkout song of UFC middleweight Darren Till—“Sweet Caroline” by Neil Diamond. 

Some fighters fit into their walkout song, such as Till and “Sweet Caroline,” like a four-ounce glove. When the first few measures fill the air and the hard-hitting Scouser begins his strut, the arena, especially in his hometown of Liverpool, prepares to sing along at the top of their lungs. Much like the spirit of the lyrics, Till touches the hands of fans leaning over the guardrail on his way to the Octagon, and he uses his 74.5-inch reach and the dynamite in each of his fists to reach out and touch the presented openings of any opponent standing before him.

Lyrics of “Sweet Caroline”:

Where it began

I can’t begin to knowin’

But then I know it’s growin’ strong

Was in the spring

And spring became the summer

Who’d have believed you’d come along

Hands, touchin’ hands

Reachin’ out, touchin’ me, touchin’ you

Sweet Caroline

Good times never seemed so good

I’ve been inclined

To believe they never would

But now I…

…look at the night

And it don’t seem so lonely

We fill it up with only two

And when I hurt

Hurtin’ runs off my shoulders

How can I hurt when holdin’ you?

Warm, touchin’ warm

Reachin’ out, touchin’ me, touchin’ you

Sweet Caroline

Good times never seemed so good

I’ve been inclined

To believe they never would

Oh, no, no

Sweet Caroline

Good times never seemed so good

Sweet Caroline

I believed they never could

Sweet Caroline

Good times never seemed so good…

Prompted from Song Lyric Sunday at: https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2020/03/28/senses/.

Song Lyric Sunday: Don’t Give A Damn ‘Bout My Reputation

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, the prompt handed writers the directive: find a song, in either the title of lyrics, containing one of the listed words—give, get, take, send, or receive. During her dominant reign as the UFC’s women’s bantamweight champion, “Rowdy” Ronda Rousey would enter into sold out arenas around the world to Joan Jett’s “Bad Reputation.” Wearing a trademark scowl on her face, fans would rain down a raucous reception, and she became synonymous with mainstreaming a woman’s place in MMA, delivering one remarkable performance after another.

Lyrics of “Bad Reputation”

[Verse 1]

I don’t give a damn ’bout my reputation

You’re living in the past, it’s a new generation

A girl can do what she wants to do

And that’s what I’m gonna do

[Chorus]

And I don’t give a damn ’bout my bad reputation

Oh no (No no no no no no)

Not me (Me me me me me me)

[Verse 2]

And I don’t give a damn ’bout my reputation

Never said I wanted to improve my station

And I’m only doin’ good when I’m havin’ fun

And I don’t have to please no one

[Chorus]

And I don’t give a damn ’bout my bad reputation

Oh no (No no no no no no)

Not me (Me me me me me me)

Oh no (No no no no no no)

Not me (Me me me me me me)

[Verse 3]

I don’t give a damn ’bout my reputation

Never been afraid of any deviation

And I don’t really care if you think I’m strange

I ain’t gonna change

[Chorus]

And I’m never gonna care ’bout my bad reputation

Oh no (No no no no no no)

Not me (Me me me me me me)

Oh no (No no no no no no)

Not me (Me me me me me me)

Pedal, boys!

[Verse 4]

And I don’t give a damn ’bout my reputation

The world’s in trouble, there’s no communication

And everyone can say what they wanna to say

It never gets better, anyway

[Chorus]

So why should I care about a bad reputation anyway?

Oh no (No no no no no no)

Not me (Me me me me me me)

Oh no (No no no no no no)

Not me (Me me me me me me)

[Verse 5]

I don’t give a damn ’bout my bad reputation

You’re living in the past, it’s a new generation

And I only feel good when I got no pain

And that’s how I’m gonna stay

[Chorus]

And I don’t give a damn ’bout my bad reputation

Oh no (No no no no no no)

Not me (Me me me me me me)

Oh no (No no no no no no)

Not me (Me me me me me me)

Not me (No no no no no no)

Not me

Song Lyric Sunday: The West Is the Best

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, the prompt directed writers to find a song, in either the title or lyrics, containing either the word east, west, north, or south. Although the specific song selected for the challenge, “Enemies With Me” by 2Pac feat. Outlawz, doesn’t contain any words found on a compass, the poetic lyricist behind the microphone and the mixed martial artist, Nate Diaz, who appears from backstage when the beat begins filling an arena represent the west coast as icons of their craft. 

Lyrics to “Enemies With Me”:

[Intro: 2Pac]

Young Thugs in this motherfucker

Don’t break up the fight, let ’em rumble

Don’t make enemies with me

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see

Don’t make enemies with me

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Some say my criminal experience is legendary

I do what’s necessary

Niggas wanna see me buried

Worried, if you comin’ hurried

I ain’t goin’ down, fuck the world I’m a thug

Tell ’em can’t nothin’ stop me but a slug

I went from drug dealin’ to a shot caller

From off the block, no longer rock

And puttin’ money in my pocket, nationwide baller

Bitch nigga I’m prepared to die, Before I fry

I hit the weed so I be forever high

My eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee

I open fire let the Lord pick the first to bleed

Bitches don’t wanna see me leave, forever thuggin’

Tell ’em bury me a G on everything I love

And fuck the law ’cause the raw niggas ain’t free

This picture’s clear but we can’t see, hahaha

This game is jealousy, Don’t let ’em change

That’s what they keep on tellin’ me, motherfuck the fame

I can’t sleep ’cause I keep hearin’ peeps

Loaded Mossberg wrapped in my sheets

[Hook: 2Pac]

Don’t make enemies with me

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see

Don’t make enemies with me

You rather fuck with these other little G’s

Don’t make enemies with me, nigga

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see

Don’t make enemies with me

You rather fuck with these other little G’s

Don’t make enemies with me

[Verse 2: Mutah & K-Dogg]

The game is gettin’ deeper with this I couldn’t stop, I’m reminiscin’

And havin’ flashbacks when them niggas came up missin’

Wish in my heart, these niggas they ain’t have to start

Now therefore they gotta see in dark

Played the part with heart when we spark they part

Runnin’ silly through the court, they don’t really wanna start

How you wanna do?, yo K, anyway

These motherfuckers wanna play we can do it all day

So I stay, sippin’ on my array to keep my head fine

And I’m where, Everywhere from here to bedtime (yeah nigga)

And I squeeze when I say I’m comin’

Straight gunnin’ on enemies if it’s really me that they wantin’

‘Cause it ain’t nothin’, y’all niggas is frontin’

Do you really want it? niggas dyin’…

[Hook: 2Pac]

Don’t make enemies with me

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see

Don’t make enemies with me

You rather fuck with these other little G’s

Don’t make enemies with me

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see

Don’t make enemies with me

You rather fuck with these other little G’s

Don’t make enemies with me

[Verse 3: Big Mal & Yak]

Now, we’re in ’94, Niggas get bust through the do’

[?] in a flash sittin’ on that ass And rarely fold

Galitter tell ’em ’bout that trife shit You wanna fight?

I wanna light shit, you lose your life bitch (bee-yatch!)

A nigga struggle too hard for what I got

Hustle And doubled every fuckin’ yard that I cop and stop

Hell nah! I couldn’t see it

Facin’ a century in the Penitentiary but so be it

And Jesus couldn’t help me out the state

Prepare for an early date to see my fate at the pearly gate

But wait No time for stallin’ But death is callin’

You wanna stomp on it somebody’s gotta start fallin’

True, what I do from sun up is for a come up

Wake up with my gun up ‘Cause when I sneak that’s when they run up

So It’s time to spray like Ray

And put the freeze on these fake G’s You know how we do

[Hook: 2Pac]

Don’t make enemies with me

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see

Don’t make enemies with me

You rather fuck with these other little G’s

Don’t make enemies with me, nigga

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see

Don’t make enemies with me

You rather fuck with these other little G’s

Don’t make enemies with me

[Outro: 2Pac]

What nigga? Young motherfuckin’ Thugs, let’s out do it

Don’t make enemies with me nigga

Y’all better fuck with these other niggas

You don’t see it

Don’t make enemies with me

Motherfuckers is fatal nigga

I swear by the Gods

Don’t make enemies with me nigga

Niggas gonna see they caskets fuckin’ with these bastards

Don’t make enemies with me

It’s for all those motherfuckers that’s swearin’ to God

That they be doin’ something

Don’t make enemies with me

That they touchin’ something

That they being something

Y’all niggas ain’t shit

That’s on my mama bring the drama, nigga

Young Thugs, fuck the drugs

These niggas makin’ records, y’all niggas best to check it

‘Cause y’all gonna get yo asshole tore

They tearin’ patches out you niggas ass

All y’all niggas, I don’t give a fuck who you runnin’ with

This is Thug Life nigga, the new generation motherfucker

Young Thugs we chin checkin’ all you junior high school motherfuckers

Y’all better feel this shit, don’t make enemies with these niggas

You better be friendly motherfucker, I swear to God

We runnin’ through, smile from handshake

Song Lyric Sunday: Ain’t No Sunshine

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, the prompt forced writers in a particular direction, urging them to find a song, in either the title or lyrics, containing one of the words: come, go, leave, or stay. Anderson “The Spider” Silva, a former UFC Champion who electrified audiences with his style, moved in a manner that appeared to come directly from the matrix. Before fans witnessed Silva’s surreal striking and submissions, everyone was well aware of the storm brewing when “Ain’t No Sunshine” by DMX drew the Brazilian native from the shadows backstage and into MMA’s brightest light.

Lyrics to “Ain’t No Sunshine”:

It’s dark and hell is hot

Ain’t no sunshine when it’s on

Only darkness every day

Ain’t no sunshine when it’s on

Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone

Every time cuz we don’t play

“Who turned out the lights?”

Is what niggaz be sayin’

Now you don’t wanna fight

But ya niggaz be playin’

Thinkin’ its alright keep playin with that road

And you gonna know the night

When you layin in that cold

Dirt gettin’ tossed in your grave

Now it’s all over

Preacher said “You was brave”

But now it’s all over

You just one of the many, plenty I done gave it to

(*boom*) Ain’t no savin ‘you

No matter how many tears your moms’ cried

Ain’t gon bring your ass back

Plus in hell, you gon fry

Why? But now the only 2 releative questions

Is “Do we bury him or burn? Any suggestions?”

Either way, you up out of here for good

Now when niggaz mention you name

They knockin’ on wood

Did I, get my, point across?

Another body on the shotte

Another joint I toss

[Chorus]

Ain’t no sunshine when it’s on

Only darkness every day

Ain’t no sunshine when it’s on

Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone

Every time cuz we don’t play [Repeat 4x]

There ain’t no sunshine

When the Dark Man comes out

And I want mine

So I plan to keep my gun out

We got four 9’s

So niggaz run in and run out

But I bust mine

Cuz I’d like to hear some shots

+Get At Me Dog+ niggaz know how its goin dizzy

When it comes to that flow, I gets busy

Who is he? Dark Man of the unknown

(GRRR ARF) One dog, one bone

Now who ain’t goin home? Looks like you

You hear strike 1, talkin’ shit, strike 2

Won’t be a strike 3, cuz I don’t play fair

I’ma look you in your eye

While he hit you from the rear

Be like “Yeah, holdin’ you up cuz you fallin'”

The Lord ain’t comin’ till niggaz stop callin’

You was ballin’ a minute ago

In it for dough

Till it was “Yo, I swear to God, I didnt know”

[Chorus]

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Whatchu think you gon get

Fuck around with my dough

Just so it ain’t no mistakes, this is my show

One (one) two (two) three (three) here I go

Your shit is quick and your shit is sleek

But this shit is thick and when you hear this shit

Damn right I can finish shit

If you caught that verse without a rewind you can see mine

But you be blind, i’ll do it 360, come up from behind

Tap you on the shoulder, have you turnin’ around

Hit you with somethin’ that i’ll have you burin’ the ground

Be like “Damn ain’t nothin’ left of money, but a pile of ash”

Life is good, so please enjoy it, while it lasts

Cuz you know ain’t got much longer to go

The quicker you go depends the stronger the flow

When niggaz know I don’t give a FUCK, right or wrong

There ain’t no sunshine when it’s on

[Chorus]

Prompted from Song Lyric Sunday at: https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2020/02/15/make-a-choice/.

Song Lyric Sunday: Mickey

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, the prompt sweet talked writers into locating the word babe, cutie, doll, honey, or sweetie in either the title or somewhere in the lyrics. Words of endearment help personalize a relationship, and the same can be true for MMA fans when a particular fighter uses a walkout song that coincides perfectly with their name, personality, and fighting style. When Mickey Gall, a UFC welterweight, walks out to Toni Basil’s hit “Mickey,” the crowd can’t help but tap their toes. 

Lyrics to “Mickey”:

Oh Mickey, you’re so fine

You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, you’re so fine

You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, you’re so fine

You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, you’re so fine

You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey

Hey Mickey

You’ve been around all night and that’s a little long

You think you’ve got the right, but I think you’ve got it wrong

Why can’t you say goodnight? So you can take me home Mickey?

‘Cause when you say you will, it always means you won’t

You’re givin’ me the chills, baby, please, baby don’t

Every night you still leave me alone Mickey

Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don’t understand

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand

Oh Mickey, you’re so pretty, can’t you understand

It’s guys like you, Mickey

Oh what you do Mickey, do Mickey

Don’t break my heart, Mickey

Hey Mickey

Now when you take me by the hooves, who’s ever gonna know

And every time you move I let a little more show

There’s something you can use, so don’t say no Mickey

So come on and give it to me anyway you can

Anyway you want to do it, I’ll take it like a man

But please baby, please don’t leave me in the damp Mickey

Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don’t understand

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand

Oh Mickey, you’re so pretty, can’t you understand?

It’s guys like you, Mickey

Oh what you do Mickey, do Mickey

Don’t break my heart, Mickey

Oh Mickey, you’re so fine

You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, you’re so fine

You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, you’re so fine

You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, you’re so fine

You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don’t understand

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand

Oh Mickey, you’re so pretty, can’t you understand?

It’s guys like you, Mickey

Oh what you do Mickey, do Mickey

Don’t break my heart, Mickey

Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don’t understand

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand

Oh Mickey, you’re so pretty, can’t you understand?

It’s guys like you, Mickey

Oh what you do Mickey, do Mickey

Don’t break my heart, Mickey

Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don’t understand

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand

Oh Mickey, you’re so pretty, can’t you understand?

It’s guys like you, Mickey

Oh what you do Mickey, do Mickey

Don’t break my heart, Mickey

Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don’t understand

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand

Song Lyric Sunday: I Won’t Back Down

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, the prompt asked writers to unearth a song—either written or sung—by someone named Tom, Dick, or Harry. The ideal song to welcome to such a challenge is also a recognizable tune that pulls Chris “The All-American” Weidman, the UFC’s former Middleweight Champion, from behind the curtain to the center of the Octagon: “I Won’t Back Down” by Tom Petty.

The lyrics to “I Won’t Back Down”:

Well I won’t back down, no I won’t back down
You could stand me up at the gates of hell
But I won’t back down

Gonna stand my ground, won’t be turned around
And I’ll keep this world from draggin’ me down
Gonna stand my ground and I won’t back down

[Chorus:]
Hey baby, there ain’t no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
And I won’t back down

Well I know what’s right, I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushin’ me around
But I’ll stand my ground and I won’t back down

Hey baby there ain’t no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
And I won’t back down
No, I won’t back down

Song Lyric Sunday: Right Above It

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, the directional theme—Bottom/End/Middle/Side/Top—led to the UFC’s former two-division champ, Daniel “DC” Cormier. “DC” enters the Octagon to the song “Right Above It” by Lil’ Wayne, featuring Drake, which doesn’t necessarily fulfill the thematic prompt, but there are few mixed martial artists who reached the top of the game, as well as the list of fan favorite, like Cormier.

The lyrics to “Right Above It”:

[Verse 1: Drake]
Who else is really trying to fuck with Hollywood Cole
I’m with Marley G’s bro
Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know
This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh
My real friends never hearing from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That’s why I pick and choose, I don’t get shit confused
I got a small circle, I’m not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars, I never get to use
Don’t like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls are down to roll
I hit the strip club, and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I be sipping, so this shit is moving kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it’s time to go

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
We on, it’s Young Money motherfucker
If you ain’t running with it, run from it motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my b’s with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don’t bust back, because I shoot first

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Meet me on the fresh train, yes I’m in the building
You just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke ’til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fucking plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spinning, dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I’m just playing in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can’t see me, but never overlook me
I’m on a paper trail and ain’t no telling where it took me
Yeah, and I ain’t a killer but don’t push me

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
We on, it’s Young Money motherfucker
If you ain’t running with it, run from it motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my b’s with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don’t bust back, because I shoot first

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
How do you say what’s never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
Limping off tour, cause I made more on my second leg
Muthafuckin’ Birdman Jr., 11th Grade
Ball on automatic start
I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in apartments
Uh, now come on be my blood donor
Flow so nice you ain’t gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Damn where you stumbled at? From where they make Gumbo at
Kane got the fucking beat jumping like a jumping jack
And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-Hop, I’m the heart of that
Nigga, nothing short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
We on, it’s Young Money motherfucker
If you ain’t running with it, run from it motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my b’s with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don’t bust back, because I shoot first