Born in nineteen thirty-five in Brooklyn, NY Son of Anna and Phil At nineteen years old he married my mother Judy And immediately paid his first Bloomingdale's bill
Right away they started on a family Three smart kids popped out of mom's tummy But then one steamy* night dad forgot to wear his raincoat Nine months later out came the dummy
He was 6'2, 200 and 250 lbs. And as sweet as he was strong He was also known to be pretty well endowed But believe me he didn't pass that one along
Yeah, 'Stan the Man' was my hero With a golf swing that made me cry He'd take their money and put it in his top dresser drawer Then I'd steal it so I could get high... But he... beat that habit... out of me
So dad, Thanks for letting me stay up late to watch Johny Carson Thanks for coaching all our games in Livingston Park Thanks for telling me to always punch a kid in the face If he made an anti-Semitic remark
So say 'hi' to both my grandmas and grandpas Tell my dog, Meatball, I miss him so But most important, take advantage of being in heaven Go bang Marylin Monroe Mom said it's cool... just wear a raincoat
Oh, 'Stan the Man' was my hero Still is and always will be 'Cause he didn't give too much crap about nothin' Except loving his family
Well 'Stan the Man' is gone But will always live on