He sits in a sidewalk café, watching time drift away
They call him the man of the street
Wise men say he lives without age
Casanova, Don Juan, always looking
Spending his life by the hour
Napoleon the aristocrat with his mystical Mexican band
Sure like your city of dreams
Napoleon the wizard of laughter
Smiling at the senoritas we hope he gets what he's after
Napoleon the king of the poets twisting his precious moustache
A musketeer at peace with the hippies will remember that time and the hash
While the bells in the village
Keep ringing, the boys in the bar keep drinking
Napoleon, he plays his guitar
We left on an old dc3
To a beach where we sleep with the stars
Napoleon it sure was a pleasure will not forget who you are
Casanova, Don Juan, always looking
Spending his life by the hour
Napoleon the aristocrat with his mystical Mexican band
Napoleon the aristocrat with his mystical Mexican band
Napoleon the aristocrat with his mystical Mexican band