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Ballad Of Lou The Welterweight (The Felice Brothers)

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