The Stache of Tony Clifton

It was a flash of fiction, the 'stache of Tony Clifton

All coming into view snout first

On Old Hickory bridge

Whiskey spilled on his shirt

Turned your head and turned red before I even said

Guess you heard all it in my laugh

That great guffaw at his shades and all

But if an impression is a setup

Then the person is the punchline

And if you're gonna wrestle all our demons

Well, we might as well have a good time

'Cause were the only ones who ever seem them from the inside

I don't know anyone

I don't know anyone else who

I don't know anyone else who could be so free

And his old Buick had some scratches to it

Makes you see your own dents and not mind

And there's something romantic

About driving right over the line

So with a tear I my eye, half laugh and half cry

And empty cans rolling round in the back

I'm starting to see the 'stache on everything

And if the big joke is all my feelings

Well, I guess the laughs can all be mine

And if we're gonna wrestle all our demons

Well, we might as well have good time

'Cause we're the only ones who ever see 'em from the inside

I don't know anyone

I don't know anyone else who

I don't know anyone else who could be so free

So in a flash of fiction the 'stache of Tony Clifton

All came into view snout first

He's almost as free as you and me

I don't know anyone

I don't know anyone else who

I don't know anyone else who could be so free