(To the tune of Elton John’s “Candle in the Wind”)
Goodbye B.B. Anderson
Though we never got a chance to rap
You had the guts to thatch the hut
While those around you napped
They crawled into the lean-to
And they made you do the work
They called you a dictator
While all they did was shirk
Chorus:
And it seems to me
You lived your life
Like an oak tree in the wind
Never “processing” like those pansies
In the younger generation
And I would have liked to know you
But I justed watch agape
Your torch was snuffed out long before
You could whip those kids in shape
Goodbye B.B., sir
From a gal out in TV land
Who saw you as more than just a bully
More than someone’s scary Dad
(Repeat chorus)
