Errol Flynn

In a hall, on a wall, in a house in Reseda
Theres a poster held up by two nails and a pin
Its my Daddy, the actor, bout to die with his boots on
Hes the man standing up there, beside Errol Flynn
He got third or fourth billing at the end of each picture
'But that dont mean much', he would say with a grin
But hed 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, thats 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
Thats the last time I saw him, the last time I cried
Now Im 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
Its a sad, funny feeling, now Im older than him
So, you daddies and daughters, you sons and you mothers
Remember lifes over before it begins
So love one another and stand close together
As close as my Dad did to old Errol Flynn