What Kind of Man RU Gonna Be?

Boy, the gauntlet has been thrown You've been challenged to a fight This brother's out for blood Who wants to fight me? Why?! You've got the wrong guy! He thinks that you've been talking smack Behind his tattooed, muscled back Now he's gonna make you pay What kind of man is he, anyway? He's the most wanted killer in Illyria And he's here to break your neck I forgot I have a thing, gotta go, rain-check! Stop being such a girl And ask yourself What kind of man are you gonna be? What kind of man are you gonna be? Are you gonna run, run away Or are you gonna save the day? What kind of man are you gonna be? What kind of man are you gonna be? Are you gonna freeze, or take flight Or be a man and go to fight? Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh This kid is not messing around He nearly bit my ear off (What!?!?) He's a blackbelt of the highest rank Um... nope, nevermind, no thanks It's too late now, he's coming soon To have his deadly way with you I tried to talk him down But he threw me to the ground! I don't stand a chance, I don't wanna die Come on and put on your big-boy pants and decide What kind of man are you gonna be? What kind of man are you gonna be? Are you gonna run, run away Or are you gonna save the day? What kind of man are you gonna be? What kind of man are you gonna be? Are you gonna freeze, or take flight Or are you man enough to fight? Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh What kind of man am I gonna be? If I fight him, he'll find out I'm no kind of man today If I don't, they'll think I'm not much of a man, anyway My brother is the one who could throw a punch I was the wimpy kid who sat alone at lunch But hey, if these pants have made me a lover Maybe these gloves can make me a fighter! They'll think I'm man enough to fight! (Stay calm, stay calm) Oh, disguise (I miss my mom) Could they be right? (I'm not this type of guy) What kind of man am I? What kind of man is he? What kind of man am I supposed to be? Moment of truth, my man (Moment of truth, my man) Push has come to shove (Push has come to shove) So prepare, hold up your glove Nowhere to run, so tell me son What kind of man are you gonna be? What kind of man are you gonna be? What kind of man are you gonna be? Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be!