He stands smiling infront of the eager audience
That had actually paid to see him perform
His mimicry, his jokes and the classic risqué songs.
He could have sold out for weeks as his talent at the time was unsurpassed
Holding them spellbound as each well-worked line was cast.
His battered bowler hat, tipped towards the ladies on purpose
And slightly covering the blood shot eye (but not the saucy grin)
That had appeared after a drunken night
In which he had forgotten the punch line