Me and Old Blue Eyes

We sat and drank;
just me and Frank,
sitting there,‘Old Blue Eyes’ and me,
in a pub just off the Old Kent Road;
double Jameson and Jack D.

Ava, she swam
in every dram;
I could see it there in his face.
He pushed the Trilby further back;
‘Damn Kid, this is some rat race!’

‘Hey kid’, he says,
‘in the old days;
the heights that we reached were so rare,
when Sammy still had both his eyes
and I still had my hair.’

‘The Vegas Strip;
man, what a trip,
there was Sammy, Deano and me.
We packed em in, they loved us then
the drink and dames were free’

‘We were like kings,
they kissed our rings;
oh man, didn’t we have a spree.
We’d balls of brass and kicked some ass,
from here to eternity!’

‘Three musketeers;
we had no fears,
with friends like the young J.F.K.
Sometimes, Joey and Pete came too
some claim ‘The Mob’ had a say’

‘You know we thought
time could be bought,
the only way there was, was up!
Thought we’d never – I mean ever
be holding an empty cup.’

‘The wheel was spun
and we all won
and we raked in stack after stack.
Fortune and fame and that stupid name
they christened us; The Rat Pack!’

‘Kid, it’s been great
but hey, it’s late
and there’s someplace else I should be.
I been yakkin’, just like a dame
The guys are waiting for me.’

‘I gotta go,
we got a show;
this is a special type a thing.
They say that it’s hot - but so what
ain’t the first time we played for a king.

‘See ya round Kid!’
He shrugged and slid
from the stool and went on his way.
The door closed, I thought I heard him;
‘Hey Kid, I did it my way!’