He was a rocker and a roller, always had a plan loved beautiful women, yes he was a full-blooded man drove a fast fancy car, had plenty of bucks when times went bad, he'd just say "aw shucks"
a great attitude, he cared about the world tried giving his time, as causes unfurled gave freely his money, and offered his mind yes he was a prince, always so kind
music was his calling, his goddess of life more passionate with notes, then most with their wife he would listen and play, and lift his voice to sing happy dancing feet, he was the Sultan of SwingΒ Β
whenever a cloud, would pass in front of the Sun he took it as a challenge, a reason for some fun a happy little tune, would somehow appear he would whistle and hum, until resolution was near
rock tunes were great, loud cruising guitars he'd play anywhere, on the street or in bars making people smile, was his favorite thing jazzy dancing feet, he was the Sultan of Swing