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
