Kenny

Some people call me Kenny

Coz they say I resemble Mr. Rogers

Wish I had his huge piles of dough

I'd sure be a happy old codger

Methinks they mean before his facelift

At least that's what I hope they meant

It made him look like a real different person

Not as charming in any event

So I'll take it that's what they really mean

When Kenny was young and virile

Instead of this ageing singer of songs

Fame can be fleeting and so fragile

Mr. Rogers can still belt out a love song

With his familiar raspy voice

For over four decades he been charming us

Was everyone's favourite choice

So I really don't mind the nickname Kenny

A compliment is how I take it

People could have nicknamed me Bela

But as Lugosi I never would have made it