King of Tony’s
In the dimly lit pool hall clouds of smoke hung low
As the smell of leather jackets mixed with cheap cologne
Leaning on a table a young man in his teens,
sharp eyes, skilled hands, pool cue, and designer jeans.
But there’s another table, decked out in satin white
With an empty place by father’s side on this Friday night
And mother’s waiting hopefully by the window sill
For Dovi boy who's shootin' pool in Tony’s Bar and Grill
Where have you gone? Gone so far?
We still love you even though you may be far,
Far away…
Super cool and accurate he’d win and never lose
Everyone at Tony’s knows him as the King of the Cues
As mother’s praying silently, who will save his soul?
Dovi shoots a backspin to a tune of Billy Joel.
Sometimes late at night he sits back inside the haze
Thinking of the times gone by, those old yeshiva days
He remembers them quite clearly, it was the when he
turned 15
Those sharp, warm, embracing eyes of his rebbe, Rabbi
Green.
Dovi, he could hear him say. You’ll be a Talmid Chochom,
one day …
Where have you gone?………
Stranger entered Tony’s, late one Sunday night
Rack ‘em up he said, I’m gonna beat the king tonight
Wearing cowboy boots, a cowboy hat and talking really
mean
But in the dim smoky light his face could not be seen
Shot after shot, boy, this guy was no fake
Dovi started sweatin' his reputation was at stake
The stranger had one easy shot left to win the game
Dovi knew he’d lose and things would never be the same
An amazing thing then happened, the stranger missed the
shot
The crowd thought it was an accident Dovi knew that it
was not
This guy had given him the game but why he wished he knew
Dovi pulled away from the cheering crown and said:
Hey thanks man, but who are you?
The stranger said perhaps it would be best to step
outside
So they made their way out through the crowd to the
street and to the light
And Dovi saw him stare at him with eyes he once had seen
The sharp embracing stare, the eyes of Rabbi Green
The two of them stood silently looking into each other’s
eyes
Dovi was the first one to break the ice
Hey Rebbe, that was the meanest game of pool I ever did
see
But what made you come here on this night to play - a bum
like me
Dovi the Rebbe said, you’re no bum, ‘cause I know you and
where you’re coming from
It’s never too late to change, don’t you see... The King
of Tony’s was once me!
There’s a yeshiva out of town, now a source of pride and
fame
The Rosh Yeshiva’s a Talmid Chacham, Reb Dov is his name
And during recess there’s a pool table where students
like to play
But no one’s beat the Rosh Yeshiva till this very day.
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