WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON Sitting in this trailer park tonight Still basking in the memory of that glorious fight It hit me when she stepped into the ring Floating like a bu*terfly and I still feel the sting CHORUS I got it bad for an Arm Wrestling Woman I'm going mad for an arm wrestling girl I gotta steel my courage lay it on the line But I got to make her mine She gently puts her elbow on the block She's ninety per cent Joan of Arc and ten per cent jock She works the crowd she knows New York's her town Gets that twinkle in her eye and lays that mother down CHORUS Lonely nights make fantasies run wild She's with me and she's with child And I will love her evermore And I will rub her when she's sore And I will share her with the world That's just the way it is with an arm wrestling girl Standing in this ice cold parking lot To tell her my intentions will take all that I've got Maybe she could love me probably not But you can't put the points up if you don't take the shot CHORUS