Who killed Davey Moore? How come he died And what's the reason for it? "Not I," says the referee "Don't point your little finger at me! Sure, I could have stopped it in the eight And saved him from his terrible fate But the crowd would've booed, I'm sure Not getting their money's worth Too bad he had to go But there's pressure on me, you know No, it wasn't me that made him fall You can't blame me at all!" Who killed Davey Moore? How come he died And what's the reason for it? "Not I," says the angry crowd Whose screams filled the ring aloud Says, "too bad he died that night But we just like to see a good fight You can't blame us for his death We just like to see some sweat There ain't nothin' wrong in that No, it wasn't us that made him fall You can't blame us at all!" Who killed Davey Moore? How come he died And what's the reason for it? "Not I," says his manager Puffing on his big cigar "It's hard to say, it's hard to tell I always thought that he was well Too bad for his wife and kids he's dead But if he was sick he should've said No, you can't blame me at all It wasn't me that made him fall!" Who killed Davey Moore? How come he died And what's the reason for it? "Not I," says the boxing writer Pounding his print on his old typewriter Says, "Boxing ain't to blame There's just as much danger in a football game" Says, "Boxing is here to stay It's just the old American way No, it wasn't me that made him fall You can't blame me at all!" Who killed Davey Moore? How come he died And what's the reason for it? "Not I," says the man whose fists Laid him low in a cloud of mist Who came here from Cuba's shore Where boxing ain't allowed no more "I hit him, yes it's true But that's what I was paid to do Don't say murder, don't say kill It was destiny, it was God's will! Who killed Davey Moore? How come he died And what's the reason for it?