I keep pictures of him in my mind   Yeah, you know the kind they curl up on the edges   The corners are bended into a trick pulled from behind      Physically he is serene, he looks good he looks clean   Yeah, I know he's dead and I know what he said   But I think I know what he might mean      With many thanks for your well, well wishes he says   Believe me, sincerely yours   Mr. E Leon Rauis would say it's sentiment which he abhors      Seventeen Union Square North   Did he walk back and forth in the glass at the shop?   Did he smile? Did he stop for a while? Did he question his worth?      Seventeen Union Square West, dressed up looking his best   Mr. E. Leon Rauis could never know how this would seem   His one small request      With many thanks for your well, well wishes he says   Believe me, sincerely yours   Mr. E Leon Rauis would say it's sentiment which he abhors      Regretfully so he still wants you to know   Of the things in his heart he can't say   His penmanship does a disservice   It's illegible to this day   Oh, Mr. E. Leon Rauis believe me   I hope it all turned out okay      Picking a shop for the shoot, did he buy a new suit?   Was he tall? Was he kind? Did he finally find it that day?   Was his end absolute? He got old like everyone, was he somebody's son?   Did he fail?   Did he try to succeed or deny what he knew or things he had done?      With many thanks for your well, well wishes he says   believe me, sincerely yours   Mr. E Leon Rauis would say it's sentiment which he abhors