Ring-a-ding ding, that guy could sing
In the wee small hours, a favorite tune
his lyric perfected, with personal style
yeah... Come fly me to the moon
Lived a life of fame, never had a care
it was his music that made the name
The Chairman of the Board, one of a kind
he invented the rules and called the game
Frank, Dino, Sammy and Peter
they played the scene as a loyal pack
a broad, a twirl, and some gasoline
L A, Vegas, New York, and back
A song, a drink and a crowded room
eyes focused on one called "The Voice"
though many a singer would share the stage
Ole Blue Eyes was the popular choice
Talking a lyric was his well known style
one that was mastered by only a few
the big bands played, the women swooned
he became number one, and his legend grew
The leader of the Pack, the one not to cross
wild, woolly, lifestyle turned nocturnal
in clubs, bars, and hotel rooms
cronies so close they seemed fraternal
Now the stage is bare, he's no longer there
The Voice is silent, life come to an end
a legacy of music that will live forever
Francis Albert Sinatra, music's best friend.
Frank Sinatra died on May 14, 1998. I had the pleasure of meeting him on several occasions while living in Palm Springs. I will never forget his kindness, his generosity, or the song he hummed one day while sitting in my office.
FAS, thanks for the memories.
[This message has been edited by Danny Holloway (edited 04-08-2000).]