Oh David, my david: born in 1936
Aged to seventy-two
until that Bangkok hotel room
O david, big David
play me a song. I see them spider fingers
work the keys. Oh David my david
where's your sword?
That perfect katana
with the woven-black grip
He was a man of the Hollywood hills
and he was buried in a bamboo casket
but don't go be asking Gail or Marina
or any of the others
Yeah that's David born 1936
aged to 72 (until that Bangkok room)
Oh David, my david, why'd you leave?
We know where you went we know how you went