Just keep that keyboard tapping, brother, hear what I say
Odes, whodunnits, Lester Young – all of it’s ok
Here’s to Darkness, Darkness, here’s to Resnick’s blues
Never give up puttin’ on those Slow Dancing shoes
How many budding poets did you swing onto the scene
And then you added Charlie to the TV screen
Resulting in celebrity, but you’ve not dumped your chums
Verily a modest bloke, still playin’ the bongo drums
Even when you make four score, you’ll still know how to move
You’ll still be puttin’ jazz to words and stayin’in the groove
(love Hylda Sims)