Oh foolish fellow that you are
your life has not got you far,
The fame you sort buzzed far away
Your life went on from near miss to near miss,
The elusive fame was always amiss.
From failed disco king to manager ,
You missed your chance at every spur,
The junction became the cul-de-sac
Yet again a failure on a single track,
Away you went with tinkerbell
The fairy dust did not work well.
The dancing ,singing,jester yes,
But no,though you did your best.
TV, though local it did but wave,
A show host you did crave
To be, in Spain in Costa dell Crime
Marbella was the action place,
The money came so crisp and clean
washed to perfection, not grimy but clean so clean.
From F1 club that was filled with coke and smoke,
Life became one big long joke,a line a line a poke a poke.
It never lasts it went away, so hello radio i,m here to stay!
The time was right ,the dye was cast
the last chance saloon,a chance at last ,
He learnt his skills from barry The mistro,
Then student came to be the master,
He showed them all just who was boss
Spent the money and did,nt give a toss.
Upon whose back he trod his way.
And almost made it but hey,
He played his cards so well he thought.
But caught ,cockolde by sexual thought
and deed was his final juggernaut.
He fell from grace and shamed he was
his hopes were scattered like ashes
on the floor ,he tried to rise again but no,
His sins did follow cursing him.
A land of broken promises , and dreams
that might of been, a sad and sorry life to see,
All loss all gone for what ?
The maiden head of youth , the potion of immortality.
To become the jester ,the fool ,
And there is no fool like an olde fool be,
What went before must come to pass,
There,s no return just memories of days detrass,
So what of him golden coat, his chain of gold
Upon his waist, the m&s 5euro coat,
So white and clean ,just like the suit of white
Impervious to stain that Alec Guinness wore,
It fell to bits and was no more,
As life has done for our dear friend,
His life of fame has surly come to an end.
He still is seen at times like olde a chartiy
of course, up front he is, repelling verbal boarders,
The fans are few the hecklers curse
He keeps it happy and on course,
IT,S NOT THE SAME BUT WHAT THE HECK,
OLD JEWISH COMICS NEVER DIE,
THEY JUST WITHER ,FADE AND LIE.