Winner Joe (The Knock-Out King)

歌詞

Joe Louis was born in Alabama And raised up in Detroit But he always had that killing blow Every since he was a boy So, lay it, Joe! You got the best blow! When Joe Louis fought in Chicago Some bet that he would lose But when the papers brought the news He gave that kind the blues So, lay it, Joe! You got the best blow! Levinsky made a few passes And then he fell to the floor Then the referee hollered, "Hold it, Joe For he won't be back no more!" So, lay it, Joe! You got the best blow! Spoken: Yeah, man, I'm bettin' on Joe! Got any money? I'll bet you! You all heard about Primo Carnera They thought he was so good But Joe started chopping on his head Like a farmer chopping wood! So, chop it, Joe! You got the best blow! Then Joe walked up to the man mountain And kindly shook his hand Then Joe backed up a step or two And knocked him in the promised land So, knock it, Joe! You got the best blow! Then Joe Louis went to New York Just to fight that champion Baer And before the first round ended up Joe left him layin' there! So, lay it, Joe! You got the best blow! But the Baer, he took it easy He didn't argue long He went on back to California And bought him a cattle farm He said, "Take it, Joe You got the best blow!" Spoken: Who's next?