From the Album "Tonight at the Arizona"
It starts with the Ref.
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. at the end C
1.
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 a ugly bull, always pouting.
He hit Louie kind of low
and he stumbled on the ropes
as the bookies blocked the rows, shouting.
Ref.
2.
The blows were hard and loud,
he could hardly hear the crowd
in the bleachers where they howled, the were cheering.
I remenber in the eight,
it was clear that Lou was fading,
when somthing caught his eye by the ceiling.
He saw her as she spoke
thought the shifty yelliw smoke,
she said: Louie you look bad, are you dying?
But Louie could not answer,
his eyes were cast up to the rafters,
and they slowly sealed in silence.
Ref.