He's a gentleman and a scholar, a regular prince among men He knows the works of Fats Waller, and can play you recordings of them He likes to read Thucydides but doesn't mock stupidities He's probably read Euripides as well But he's really not the type to read and tell. He's a gentleman and a scholar, unfailingly kind and polite Not a pompous know-it-aller Though I must say he's usually right He taught me how to drive a stick Without once acting like a prick In general he just doesn't tick me off And that's not a thing at which I tend to scoff If there are two ways to see a thing he'll find a dozen more Always a perspective you had not thought of before It's not his intellect you love him for, you'll come to find Much as all the stuff that doesn't s** about his mind