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