Louisville Lip

 Down at the bottom of the Second Street Bridge
 In a story I've often been told
 Beneath the water at the Second Street Bridge
 There's a little piece of gold

 Has the gild edge worn away
 And the ribbon long ago rotted and frayed
 Has the rust eaten through like a cheap ring would do
 Or was it really solid gold

 Whip the world, whip this town
 Whip it into the river and watch it go down
 Whip the world, your lashing tongue
 Big man crying like babies from where the bee stung

 Fair fight on a Friday night
 Ropeadope swingin' in the spotlight
 Fight your own fight, fight to win
 Fight the wrong fight, it's gonna be a sin

 Hatred and love fit together like a hand in a glove
 Bound with tape and tied at the wrist
 A hand becomes a fist

 Whip the world, whip this town
 Whip it into the river and watch it go down
 Whip the world your lashing tongue
 Big man crying like babies from where the bee stung

 Whip the world whip this town
 Whip it into the river and watch 'em all drown
 When the king threw off his golden crown
 Floating down like butterfly wings
 It sank without a sound