He Walked like Sidney Greenstreet

He walked like Sidney Greenstreet
and he talked like Benny Hill
He arrived like Billy Sunday
He washed up like an oil spill
He had one arm around you
It was maybe your best chance
He sang along w/Elvis
Costello in blue pajama pants
He turned his back on anarchy
and dead-bolted every door 
He wore cuban hats and JCrew T's
that people don't wear anymore
He was a sight for sore eyes
He never let you down
Once or twice,,,someone like him
in a lifetime...comes around
He walked like Sidney Greenstreet
and he balked at irony
He smiled like Billy Sunday
on Pentecostical t.v.
He said he's never leaning
that he's as straight as straight can be
He walked like Sidney Greenstreet
very...cinematically
...