Son of Mystery
Slim, did you miss an audition When you had to be a mortician? When you worked for the Purple Gang? Creating your own slang
Were you a truck driver? Or a professional boxer? Or a pilot during the war Across the Pacific on a B-26
You learned how to speak a few words in Greek When you were lost in Crete. From then on, language never caused you anguish
You liked to say ovauti And most of all orooni So without you, what would we be but alone in our misery?
And Jack said that Dean had seen you in a dream His belly was all blue. He thought “What can I talk about?”. Your answer was in Vout
Nobody knows where you are even in this Frisco bar With your shroud of mystery – We hope you’ll never be on the scrap heap of history