Richard Cliff

It was many years ago I had enjoyed a tasty lunch
and went into a new agent to buy a paper.
Beside me stood a dapper little man he bought
The Telegraph, outside we got talking, and he said,
by the way, I’m Richard Cliff, I said I thought
there was something familiar about you.
The singer laughed he found it funny I didn't
know him, we went into an empty bar and drank
wine talked about this and that.
I enjoyed his company, and he didn't have to be
the showman; it didn't last a horde of tourists
came in and it was Richard, Richard, Richard
We love you, asked him to pose with them in a picture.
Then it was evening he wanted to go home lived
nearby at the gate he had forgotten his key, he shook
my hand swung elegantly over the gate, and that was
the last I saw of Sir Richard Cliff.