Back in the day, you had Sammy and Dean and Frank.
And Debbie and Elvis and all the headliners.
When they were done for the night, they went to see Don.
And Don would rip into all of them, and they laughed and laughed and laughed.
The manager would work the line, picking people out to fill front row seats.
Then, he’d tell Don: I got a fat guy, an ugly woman, a skinny Japanese guy.
“You got any Germans?” asked Don.
The manager nodded, and Don picked up his microphone and walked to the stage.
And the music began.