On the Death of Arnold Stang
He was a pip
OH, thy for-sunken chin,
And forgotten soul,
That unspectacular spectacles
In every role.
Not a man's man,
Nor a heartthrob dream,
Let now your tomb declaim,
Here lies Stang the Man.
But it won't.
OH, thy for-sunken chin,
And forgotten soul,
That unspectacular spectacles
In every role.
Not a man's man,
Nor a heartthrob dream,
Let now your tomb declaim,
Here lies Stang the Man.
But it won't.