One, two, one, four You gotta be a dreamer to unleash the inner man And always have a way to beat the guessing And if you couldn’t swim, you had to do the best you can That’s what I took to be his blessing And though the water may be deep and cold He always pushes harder to be kind Yet on the morning after, When things have settled down No words express what he knows No palette paints his hand No ordinary hero, this old man Welcome to the carnivore who eats his fellow man Welcome to the land we call Britannia Where everybody needs the kinda guy that takes a stand You can’t imagine life without him, can yer? And though the water may be deep and cold He always pushes harder to be kind Yet on the morning after, When things have settled down No words express what he knows No palette paints his hand No ordinary hero, this old man He got a certain rhythm and a sympathetic smile He’s always got a tale or two to hold ya He’ll barricade the roads when others jump the stile He’ll always be the one, the local solider And though the water may be deep and cold He always pushes harder to be kind Yet on the morning after, When things have settled down No words express what he knows No palette paints his hand No ordinary hero, this old man No words express what he knows No palette paints his hand No ordinary hero, this old man