Lyrics
The news is out, there is about
Time and place are set
Admission is free, if you want to see
Come and make your bet
Ringside seats just can't be beat
For the main event
They show their faces, take their places
Ragin' with contempt
Lights go down, smoke all around
Contenders eye each other
The challenge is made, who'll make the grade?
The ref pulls down the covers
At the center of the ring they sway and swing
Exchanging fancy hugs
When one's done, they tag another one
How far will she go?
(Tag team, baby) A camel clutch
(Tag team, baby) You are too much
(Tag team, baby) A scissor lock
(Tag team, baby) Just wanna rock
On the ropes, you're losing hope
In a hold, we'll put you out cold
Got your back pinned down on the mat
Looks like we're the winners tonight
In round seven, she's in Heaven
How much can she take?
Again and again she feels the strain
As she starts the eighth
The bell is hit, the stage is lit
She staggers to the center
Opponents meet their body's heat
The boys tonight have spent her
She's goin' down, she's on the ground
You can hear her howl
She can't take no more 'cause she's so sore
She's throwin' in the towel
Ha-ha, throwin' in her towel
Gave your best, but you lost the test
Didn't you know a way to win?
(Tag team, baby) Down for the count
(Tag team, baby) You lost the bout
(Tag team, baby) Oh, what a catch
(Tag team, baby) You blew the match
(Tag team, baby) Down for the count
(Tag team, baby) You lost the bout . .
Written by: Dave Allison, Ian Dickson, Robb Reiner, Steve Kudlow