Cock of the walk goes down as the sun On a catwalk of attitude At a time to walk when talk is done But with a sense of gratitude When that was then but now has begun Where there were two there will be one For this is the way it always was Or piece of it however small Though no one knows who he is he does Nothing personal after all So does what he must do just because A cock of the walk must walk the talk Strictly business stalking tall Cocks of the walk out walking by night Fight like fighting cocks left and right With only one lonely left in sight When talk of the walk will squawk tonight Where there was one then there were none Cock of the walk comes up as the son Born to the business end of the gun +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII