Ballad Of Lou The Welterweight

Powder your nose

Pull off your panty hose

Let me love you from behind

My darlin

Powder your nose

Pull on your panty hoes

We're going down to my bout

My darlin

Before the bell would ring

He had a way like Errol Flynn

As he sauntered to the ring

With a sheet on

But the late rounds scared the girl

Heaven knows she thought the world

Of Lou, it was hard to see him swaying

In the neon

Joey was a no-one

Just some big dumb kid from Flushing

He had a face like an ugly bull

Always pouting

He hit Louie kind of low

And he fumbled on the ropes

As the bookies blocked the rows

Shouting

Powder your nose

Pull off your panty hose

Let me love you from behind

My darlin

Powder your nose

Pull on your panty hoes

Were going down to my bout

My darlin

The blows were hard and loud

He could hardly hear the crowd

In the bleechers where they howled

They were cheering

I remember in the eighth

It was clear that Lou was fading

When soemthing caught his eye

By the ceiling

He saw her as she spoke

Thru the shifty yellow smoke

She said "Louie you look bad,

Like you're dying?"

But Louie could not answer

His eyes were cast up to the rafters

And then they slowy sealed

In the silence

Powder your nose

Pull off your panty hoes

Let me love you from behind

My darling

Powder your nose

Pull on your panty hoes

Were going down to my bout

My darlin