He was a light star. Tripping on a high wire. Bulldog stubborn born uneven. A classless creature a man for all seasons. But don't bet them. They can't take him. To the very bottom. Because they made him and they'll waste him. And I don't believe that I want to watch them. `Cause the fifties shifted out of gear. He was an idol then now he's an idol here. But his face has changed he's not the same no more. And I have to say that I like the way his music sounded before. He was tight-assed. Walking on broken glass. Highly prized in the wallet size. The number one crush in a schoolgirl's eyes. But don't pretend that it won't end. In the depth of your despair. You went from lame suits right down to tennis shoes. To peanuts from the lion's share