the impressionist- G Clair

When he speaks, I hear the sound,

a president who's been around

speaking of the wife with cankle

not that she could care to rankle

Yo, BT, he fights for freedom

Rocky would be pleased to meet him

late at night when lights are lunar

on the road back home, a crooner

fools rush in, no longer Bing

the king of rock, old Pop can sing

a whispered line from any song

but suddenly I'm in the wrong

and one tough stooge I hear he bought a

tommy gun, and "why I oughta"

tell you something you don't know

it's Ahnold Schwanal ho dee doe

and then another voice will join

it's Raymond with his tenderloin

this sailor's gal has quite a name

he cooks his spinach in the same

a wealthy man on distant isle

who's wife is Lovey, makes me smile

Every single voice he's got

is good but when he's best it's not

the person he'll impressionate

but his own voice...it's getting late

but wait, there's more, but I am spent

on telling of the way it went

or so it goes and what'll come

the truth is, well...I love the bum.