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