Felice Brothers 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
