Here’s
To
You,
Mister
Blue,
For
All
You
Were,
Proud
And
Sure,
Ever
Pure,
Preaching
Beauty
Like
A
Saint,
Making
Miracles
In
Paint.
Cheers
To
Your
Zest
For
Living
Bold,
While
Smoking
Acapulco
Gold,
Setting
Critics
On
Their
Ass,
Love,
You
Had
Terrific
Class.
I bow,
Sir,
To
Your
Talent
And
High
Style,
And
Also
To
Your
Now
Forever
Distant
Smile.