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Zach Sherwin
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Flab Slab
Once there was a boy Quiet, shy A chubby, sensitive, bookish little guy He had a real name by which his folks knew him But 'Flab Slab' is how we'll refer to him A flab slab: how would we define that? That'd be like a big flat thick slice of fat And that's the unfortunate nickname He got from Randall, the nastiest kid in the sixth grade Who preyed on Flab Slab's weakness, Mocked his supposed obeseness. He would roll up on him at recess And call him the name that made him feel deep shame and depressed Flab Slab was Randall's primary target And it was quite scary. Eventually, He stopped going out to the playground And just holed up in the library.
Flab Slab! He mistreats you! You're his victim! He's your tormentor! How much will you stand for? What do you stand for
Frightened little awkward boy, sitting, looking at books...
One day instead of playing outside Flab Slab trudged glumly to the libe Where displayed prominently He saw a biography of Muhammad Ali Flab Slab took one look at the book And after one page, he was hooked He devoured it in a single sitting And got an idea that set his head spinning When he got home, he asked Mom and Pops a question: Would they sign him up for boxing lessons? He'd never shown any interest in sports before But they said 'yes of course, for sure!' And we're not gonna go into a montage scene
Where he turns into a lean mean fighting machine
He just learned the basics of how to throw a punch, Which made his self-esteem grow a bunch
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Flab Slab! You have had it! You won't stand it anymore! Take a stand and Show 'em what you stand for What do you stand for? Fighting lessons and battle skills, learning about boxing... Weeks passed. Flab Slab biding his time. Training. Remaining in hiding. Until one fateful day When the teacher said, 'OK, class, it's time to go play.' Flab Slab's heart was beating at a fast rate As he walked out with the rest of his classmates But he felt strong, no anxiety As he went and he read quietly by a tree Suddenly a shadow darkened the page Flab knew a battle was about to be waged Randall knocked his novel in the dirt. Pulled him to his feet by the collar of his shirt. Kids gathered 'round like they do when a fight occurs. Randall said, 'I'm gonna punch out those lights of yours.' Flab thought of the things he had learned in the ring Took a swing and ding-ding-ding! Randall was a goner. Flab Slab stood there dominantly And as calm as could be he said, 'My moniker's an honor to me
'Cause it means I'm like Muhammad Ali. It's F, L, A, B,
S, L, A, B. Look closely, you'll see It's the initials of 'Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.''
Flab Slab! That name you hated! You reclaimed it! You made it yours! Now we Know what you stand for. And so we're finished, later, adios, bye, sayonara, love and BREAK
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