Jimmy Smits Of NYPD Blue
Jimmy Smits Of NYPD Blue
Was killed somehow, oh no, what'll we do?
Damn you, he doesn't need a drink
Because he knocks Tommies and lets off a stink
Of alcohol and policeman deodorant.
And what the fuck rhymes with deodorant?!
Jimmy's hairline was fading fast,
Just like his police career couldn't last.
He had a metal plate in his head,
Which burst open and exploded, hurt and bled.
Traci Lords was also in that film
But she went all mental and tried to kill him.
Oh Jimmy weird Indian face,
Oh Jimmy, sweaty cop with doughnuts.
Oh Jimmy, damn you for dying and not needing a drink really, because it's just one more mile, Bobby, just one more mile, ahar!
Jimmy Smits of NYPD Blue
Jimmy, Jimmy, despite you not actually being really dead, but trying to move away from the police drama shows and onto more serious forms of acting, like Shakespeare and Quantum Leap, we'll miss you.
- Miguel C. Kesey