I never really saw you first at The Second City
Your early works are really hard to find
My side in stitches watching you try to get home for your thanksgiving
Cried my eyes out when I learned your wife had died
But you soldiered on
Helping your bro when he was stuck, you had a watchful eye
With that hatchet in your trunk
You taught me how no matter what, you take care of your family
And how to offer educators rodent facial surgery
But from health perspective (but from health perspective)
You'd end up a statistic
Too much booze and cigarettes
You were so much more than that
You were Gus, the Polka king of the Midwest
You were Josh, you loved coffee and sandwiches
You were Del, your shower rings would never bend
You were Barf, you were your own best friend
You were the best damn cheating bobsled coach to almost beat the Swiss
The kind of big guy we're all gonna miss
It's no small wonder all the characters created
Leave impressions that always seems to last
I picture you Rick, Joe, Eugene, Dave, Catherine, Andrea and Marty
Sitting round the back room trying to get a laugh
You were Buck, snow shovel flipping flapjacks
You were Wink, with your crazy sound effects
You were Irv, a coach turning over a new leaf
You were Chet, you ate a giant piece of beef
I hear you went pro bono to drive Kevin's mom home
In a van to save Christmas
Also, big in Sheboygan
You were a million faces on SCTV
The kind of big guy we all loved to see
Throughout your life, you had all these great parts
Yes, you were big, but you had a bigger heart
But too much weight, and your heart couldn't stand
That's why you had to leave Candyland