Though forty years can slip by fast
I'm not here now to count his past
But celebrate with all and sundry
He'll make sure no one goes home hungry.
I ask you all to raise a glass
To Joey, a man who has some class.
Actor, attorney and man of taste
So little of him's gone to waste.
Philanthropist and bon viveur
But more importantly Dear Sir
A kinder more compassionate man
You'll never find. The Chandler clan
And we his friends are triply blessed
He's son, brother, uncle plus the rest.
We're lucky all of us , let's not pretend
To have young Joey as our friend.

To another forty years