When we were kids he used to go over the back
wall into old Dan's scrapyard
Into the snooker hall where most
An' into the roxy and the stella
That's where me and Hopalong an' Roy
Rogers got drunk and jarred
And we might have been the saviour of the men,
And we might have been the magic politician
in some kind of tricky position
old master musician we kept on wishin'
We was headed for the number one
There's an old photograph of Dan
that I wish you could- a seen
Of him and the boys posed,
standing in St. Stephen's green
Ya see, they were a part of
But they were caught and detained and
are locked inside the frame
An' he might have been the clever con,
the good samaritan, the rassclaut man
An' he might have been the loaded gun,
the charlatan of the tap dancin' fan
But like an old pioneer from out
Headed for the number one
Old Dan in a raincoat hums the very,
Of a long lost favorite melody
It reminds him of a love affair when
he was young and did not care
And how he parted so soft, so sadden
And he might have been the laughing cavaliero,
Ow, the desperate desparado, the
good looking Randolph Valentino,
old hunter of the female buffalo,
He's headed for the number
