Fontane he was a friend of mine, he wore a goofy hatA lilting lovely baritone, a crazy singing cat.He loved the ponies at the track, he cleaned up as a bookieYet to the darker side of vice he surely was a rookie.So sad to learn he took a fall, ‘tis hard to lose a palJoe, pour a round and raise a glass, as we sing “My gal Sal.”Here’s to justice for Fontane, may his killer fall as wellWhat goes around shall come around: a killing or cold cell.Time to pour another, Joe. We’re drinking to our friendThat bug-eyed, crazy singer, not deserving of his end..Elsewhere, at the bookie joint, it’s Doubleup againRuns into Sam and Tracy, let the fireworks begin.Doubleup in pinstripes, out on bail he’s free to scoffTracy, he lays down the law: today all bets are off.Doubleup just smiles, as he eases out the doorOnce the bloodshed’s started there tends to be more gore..
Fontane he was a friend of mine, he wore a goofy hatA lilting lovely baritone, a crazy singing cat.He loved the ponies at the track, he cleaned up as a bookieYet to the darker side of vice he surely was a rookie.So sad to learn he took a fall, ‘tis hard to lose a palJoe, pour a round and raise a glass, as we sing “My gal Sal.”Here’s to justice for Fontane, may his killer fall as wellWhat goes around shall come around: a killing or cold cell.Time to pour another, Joe. We’re drinking to our friendThat bug-eyed, crazy singer, not deserving of his end..Elsewhere, at the bookie joint, it’s Doubleup againRuns into Sam and Tracy, let the fireworks begin.Doubleup in pinstripes, out on bail he’s free to scoffTracy, he lays down the law: today all bets are off.Doubleup just smiles, as he eases out the doorOnce the bloodshed’s started there tends to be more gore..