The Smoke City Wildcat was the toughest of the bunch
He proved it with his fists six times a month
Went eighteen rounds with Gunboat Flynn
His jaw broke to pieces and hanging off the hinge
He never made much money but he did alright
Those Pittsburgh boys are just born to fight
'Til a mining camp bout with Steamboat Bill
Punched his one way ticket to Palookaville

To Palookaville
To Palookaville

Buddy Holly had the music deep inside
Long before he ever took that airplane ride
He never had to play the Hard Rock Hotel
Or sing the Seminole Casino Blues but I guess it's just as well
Forwards or backwards it's all the same
No-one ever really knows you they just know your name
It's a real short ride from the from the house on the hill
To waking up one morning in Palookaville

In Palookaville
In Palookaville

I heard those stories when I was just a little kid
With dreams of my own that I just couldn't keep hid
Now they're cutting my hours at the Save-A-Lot
I guess I should be thankful for what I've got
Like a cigar smoking on a windowsill
I can just about hold myself together, still
I'm too old to try and hold the weather
Time's running away and I'm just gonna let her