Capo on 4 Standard tuning Cadd2/B e|------ B|--1--- G|------ D|------ A|--2--- E|------ C Em G F Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose, C Cadd2/B F C G let me love you from behind, my darling. C Em G F Powder your nose, pull on your pantyhose, C Cadd2/B F C G we´re going down to my bout, my darling. (Same chord progression throughout) 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 stumbled 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 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. 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. e-mail: connorlawhorne@yahoo.com