The blonde pianist drove them mad.
His poetry was happy, his piano sweetly sad.
The combination made girls suicidal and glad.
He played different instruments and melancholy songs.
Time and rivalry his only wrongs.
The singer and his Dartford chum
for five decades rained golden come.
The singer was lucky, and never alone.
Lucky, even lucky for a Rolling Stone.
Who wasn’t up to it? Who managed to be always half-wrong?
Who wasn’t credited on a single song?
Which one saw that Muddy Waters record cover
looking for a gig, and changed history forever?