Trained he was in the classical arts,
Chopin, Brahms, Liszt and Mozart
But a muse of a different stripe was to whom he did talk
His heart belonged to daddy, but his soul was born to rock
A Stratvari of rare sound and beauty is what he did sell
Took two million instead of ten as a businessman he was a fail
A poor substitute of a violin he sought to put in its place
But dad became incensed and grabbed him by the face
His anger had the better of him so he struck him with the fake
First on one side, then later the other, and no bruises it did make
A midnight call to a chief detective, a common crime to check
There are patrolmen for that job, but the writing is so much dreck
Assault, battery and theft are the crimes so far that we see
What the connection to Tracy is, is a mystery to you and me
Will Locher ever make the case for what is so far fairly muddled
Or will the script meander still because the writer is befuddled?
Trained he was in the classical arts, Chopin, Brahms, Liszt and Mozart But a muse of a different stripe was to whom he did talk His heart belonged to daddy, but his soul was born to rock A Stratvari of rare sound and beauty is what he did sell Took two million instead of ten as a businessman he was a fail A poor substitute of a violin he sought to put in its place But dad became incensed and grabbed him by the face His anger had the better of him so he struck him with the fake First on one side, then later the other, and no bruises it did make A midnight call to a chief detective, a common crime to check There are patrolmen for that job, but the writing is so much dreck Assault, battery and theft are the crimes so far that we see What the connection to Tracy is, is a mystery to you and me Will Locher ever make the case for what is so far fairly muddled Or will the script meander still because the writer is befuddled?