Ballad of Lou the Welterweight

Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose Let me love you from behind, my darling Powder your nose, pull on your pantyhose We're going down to my bout, my darling 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 boy, always pouting He hit Louie kind of low, and he stumbles on thе ropes As the bookies blockеd the rows, shouting Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose Let me love you from behind, my darling And powder your nose, pull on your pantyhose We're going down to my bout, my darling The blows were hard and loud, he could hardly hear the crowd In the bleachers where they howled, they were cheering I remember in the eighth, it was clear that Lou was fading When something caught his eye by the ceiling He saw her as she spoke through the shifty yellow smoke She said, "Louie, you look bad, are you dying?" But Louie could not answer, his eyes were cast up to the rafters And then they slowly sealed in silence Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose Let me love you from behind, my darling And powder your nose, pull on your pantyhose We're going down to my bout, my darling