Errol Flynn

In a hall, on a wall, in a house in Reseda

There's a poster held up by two nails and a pin

It's my Daddy, the actor, 'bout to die with his boots on

He's the man standing up there, beside Errol Flynn

He got third or fourth billing at the end of each picture

"But that don't mean much", he would say with a grin

But he'd hold my hand tight as he pointed his name out

Only four or five names down below Errol Flynn

Now, fame, it is fleeting and stars, they keep falling

And staying right up there, that's the business of art

And luck kisses some and she passes by others

Disappointment and bourbon are hard on the heart

Now, the women and beers, and the years with old Errol

They took their toll, they took me from his side

He kissed me goodbye at the old Union Station

That's the last time I saw him, the last time I cried

Now I'm sitting alone in a house in Reseda

Watchin' the Late Show as the moonlight shines in

And up on the screen, well, here comes my Daddy

It's a sad, funny feeling, now I'm older than him

So, you daddies and daughters, you sons and you mothers

Remember life's over before it begins

So love one another and stand close together

As close as my Dad did to old Errol Flynn