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 panty hoes
We're going down to my bout
My darling
Before the bell would ring
He had a way like era Flynn
As he cantered to the ring
With a sheet on
But the leg round scared the girl
Heaven knows she thought the world
Of Lou, it was hard to see him sway
In the neon
Joey was a noon
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 fumbled on the ropes
As the bookies blocked the rows
Shouting
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
The blows were hard and loud
He could hardly hear the crowd
In the bleachers where they hound
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 the silence
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
Pull off your pantyhose
Let me love you from behind
My darling
Powder your nose
Pull on your panty hoes
We're going down to my bout
My darling
Before the bell would ring
He had a way like era Flynn
As he cantered to the ring
With a sheet on
But the leg round scared the girl
Heaven knows she thought the world
Of Lou, it was hard to see him sway
In the neon
Joey was a noon
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 fumbled on the ropes
As the bookies blocked the rows
Shouting
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
The blows were hard and loud
He could hardly hear the crowd
In the bleachers where they hound
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 the silence
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
Credits
Writer(s): Josh Rawson, Simone E Felice, James Paul Felice, Ian Michael Felice
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