What is it about thirty
suddenly I look like John Ritter
though I point out I`m a little fat
So it is a sort of icing on a twenties mudpie
when I didn`t look like anyone at all
but John Ritter? the daytime re-run king
sharing an apartment with two lovely ladies,
never shacking up
at this exact time I find to my surprise he is one year dead, the careless, carefree`last person you would expect to find dead before his time` ladies man is dead dead
who better to carry on his legacy then
than an english teacher in Japan, a land
where acts with extra servings of cheese never die,
where the Drifters, Coasters, you name it
roll into town for hundred a pop performances in legendary Tokyo auditoriums long after their last Las Vegas revival went belly up
Oh I`ll make a good John Ritter I`m sure
I`m already humming `Come and Knock on my Door`
