Art Garfunkel Has Nowhere To Put His Hands

I'm having the hardest time Trying to find something that rhymes With Paul Simon's counterpart Garfunkel so I'll just call him Art Always standing to Paul's right Feeling left out in his life of strife Struggling in the crossing over This bridge of his troubled waters Although he can sing sweet as sin There's nowhere for Art to put his hands While Rhyming Simon strums his guitar Empty are the tinder hands of Art Pockets front and pockets back Are his only plan of attack If he had known it'd go down this way An instrument he would have learned to play But as far as history goes Who wouldn't love to have his voice Although he can sing sweet as sin Art Garfunkel has nowhere to put his hands Though Art Garfunkel while singing would hold the Mic stand at times he did keep his hands in his pockets quite frequently...awkward.