From the Album "Tonight at the Arizona" It starts with the Ref. C E F C Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose, E F C G let me love you from behind, my darling. C E F C Powder your nose, pull on your pantyhose, E F C G we´re going down to my bout, my darling. at the end C 1. C E Before the bell would ring F C he had a way like Errol Flynn, E F C G as he sauntered to the ring with a sheet on. C E But the late rounds scared the girl, F C heaven knows she thought the world of Lou, E F C G it was hard to see him swaying in the neon. C E Joey was a no-one, F C just some big dumb kid from Flushing. E F C G He had a face like a ugly bull, always pouting. C E He hit Louie kind of low F C and he stumbled on the ropes E F C G as the bookies blocked the rows, shouting. Ref. 2. C E The blows were hard and loud, F C he could hardly hear the crowd E F C G in the bleachers where they howled, the were cheering. C E I remenber in the eight, F C it was clear that Lou was fading, E F C G when somthing caught his eye by the ceiling. C E He saw her as she spoke F C thought the shifty yelliw smoke, E F C G she said: Louie you look bad, are you dying? C E But Louie could not answer, F C his eyes were cast up to the rafters, E F C G and they slowly sealed in silence. Ref.