Ballad of Lou the Welterweight - Wesley Schultz

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 th ropes

As the bookies blockd 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