A shy skinny lad,
Homesick for his neighborhood
Never caused trouble
Talented and promising
Two years later
We called him Superstar
The first since Jesus Christ
Sideburns, girls, fame
His feet were like the
Fingers of a pickpocket
His left as good as his right
He would leave his opponents
With their blood twisted
Ten years he shone
A star, a supernova
He had class, a gift
True charisma
Then he got bored with girls
So moved on the drink
Gambling and women
Ennui took him
Ten years he shone
A moon out of the night
And twenty years
He took to die
