Who thought he’s a comic.
He didn’t need logic
‘Cause still he dreamed on.
He’d open for this one
And open at that.
On sidewalks, in nightclubs
If they’d pass the hat.
He followed his plan
And eventu’lly made it
On cruise ships and Vegas
He moved right along.
Through ups and through downs
And fights with his agents
He fought and he battled
And weathered the storm.
And now he’s retired
From stand-up and show-rooms
And calmly announces
As comics move on.