My Friend Dennis
written by: Kim Richardson & Beth Okeon
My friend Dennis, a black bow hangs from the door
Now here without him, the stories about him
Are louder than ever before.
My friend Dennis, not seeing him here is so strange
Reading the paper, smoking till late or
Playing video crack as ‘Ms. Thang.’
My friend Dennis, my friend Dennis
Lord knows I’ll miss him, but never forget him
My friend Dennis
My friend Dennis, eccentric to say the least
He liked to gamble, or Cliff Claven ramble
And go to car shows way up east.
My friend Dennis, always a story to tell
Historical lessons, Vegas confessions
Or insurance adjusters from hell.
My friend Dennis, my friend Dennis
Lord knows I’ll miss him, but never forget him
My friend Dennis
My friend Dennis, the sass of the P & H crew
With Nora in the kitchen, Jo called him her bitch and
He’d sass back, ‘That’s Ms. Bitch to you!’
My friend Dennis, a lover of any fine tune
From Dulcimers to WEVLs, it’s hard to believe
We all had to say ‘So Long’ so soon.
My friend Dennis, my friend Dennis
Lord knows I’ll miss him, but never forget him
My friend Dennis
My friend Dennis, a black bow hangs from the door
He’ll never be gone, his memory lives on
At the home of the Hungry and Poor
My friend Dennis, we could sit here all night and sing
It won’t bring you back, that’s just a fact
But I sure hope you’re listening...
My friend Dennis, my friend Dennis
Lord knows I’ll miss him, but never forget him
My friend Dennis
