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 DeNiro 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
