He was one of Fat Stan’s pals, and a very popular guy down at the Speakeasy. Which there won’t be, for poor Scabface Martins. Al and the band are desperately belting out their jazziest tunes, Lola and the girls are singing and dancing like their lives depended on it, and Tony the barman is handing out Stan’s Specials like there’s no tomorrow.
Anybody who is anybody is here at Fat Stan’s Speakeasy tonight.
