Lyrics

It's not the critic who counts
Who points out how the strong man stumbles
Or how the doer could have done better
The credit belongs to the man in the arena

Whose face is marred by dust sweat and blood
Who's striving valiantly
Who falls who comes up short again and again
Because there's no effort without error or short coming

Gonna be the man in the arena
Gonna turn the doubters into believers
Only owe it to God and the man in the mirror
To be the man in the arena

I'm striving to do the deeds
I'm knowing great enthusiasm
I'm working with great devotion
And if I die, I die for a worthy cause

Gonna be the man in the arena
Gonna turn the doubters into believers
Only owe it to God and the man in the mirror
To be the man in the arena

At best I know triumph
At worst I know failure
At least I fail while daring greatly
Cause my place will never be
With those poor and timid souls
Who neither know defeat nor victory

Gonna be the man in the arena
Gonna turn the doubters into believers
Only owe it to God and the man in the mirror
To be the man in the arena

Man in the arena
Man in the arena
Man in the arena
Man in the arena