As a lifelong fan of the Marx Brothers, especially Groucho, I felt compelled during my "songwriting period" (1993-94, a time in my life where a lot of shit was hitting the fan, and all of these songs kept pushing their way out as a way to cope) to pen a tune about the man. This is it. The guitar is by my best friend at the time, Bart "Goat" Gauthreaux, who served with me in the Navy and never said no when it came time to help me with a song, or just to jam for hours, him playing, me singing.
After a Persian Gulf cruise, where most of these songs were written, Goat and I met in his living room one afternoon and recorded all of the songs we'd made together on a tape recorder with a built-in microphone. High-class, right? But it was all we had, and I'm glad we did it. For Posterity. For the memories. For our friendship.
So...the sound quality isn't all that great, but the guitar melody comes out nicely and so does my nearly thirty-years-younger voice, like a sweet bell, I'm proud to say. This is my tribute to a great man who is still loved by many, not really forgotten, as I allude to in the song.