In a bar somewhere in a faraway land
walked a man in who was nobody’s fool
All chatter stopped, scratching stylus fell off
The fellow was the paragon of cool
With a smooth shuffle over, his fingers clicked
He sat down with a slight grin and wink
Wasn’t even required that he make his choice clear
The barman right then poured his drink
The personification of suave sophistication
So urbane he oozed it from each pore
Subject of conversation he was, carefree
he dripped coolness all over the floor
His style was unique, girls by him so chic
It was that clear to all from afar
Blew out a cloud of smoke, he, the ultimate bloke
As he puffed the world’s finest cigar