Finest Actor

He was the finest actor of his generation

 He sure fooled me

 He was the finest actor of his generation

 Left all his stand-ins behind in the dust at Penn Station

 He sure fooled me

 He moved like De Niro and talked like O’toole

 Inside I was scared but he made me feel cool

 He smelled of tobacco guilt, and red wine

 And sooner or later the guilt it was mine

 He played to the camera instead of with me

 Said “honey don’t pin your hopes on a ship lost at sea”

 He could’ve been Burton, Harris or Dean

 They could’ve been moments but they were just scenes

 He was the finest actor of his generation

 In retrospect there’s no doubt that he’s found his vocation

 He sure fooled me

 He sure fooled me