Something is happening, Mr. Jones My brother says you're better than the Beatles or the Stones Saturday night 'n Sunday morning You turned us into heroes, can you hear the heroes sing?
Dandy, you're the prettiest star There ain't no life on Mars but we always thought there might be Dandy, you opened up the door You left us wanting more, and then we took the last bus home
Who let the genie outta the lamp? And little Lord Fauntleroy, who let him outta his amp? Saturday night 'n Sunday morning, Well Trevor's getting bolder, 'n Woody likes to hit things
Dandy, this world was black 'n' white You showed us what it's like to live inside a rainbow Dandy, You thrilled us to the core You left us wanting more, and then we took the last bus home
You beat up Goliath, you had it all The voice, the look, the songs that shook The gift of the gab 'n the gall Saturday night 'n Sunday morning When all we had to look forward to was the weekend, you made our lives worth living
Dandy, you're still the prettiest star There ain't no life on Mars but we always thought there might be Dandy, you took us to the fair Cabaret Voltaire - and then we caught the last bus home
Dandy, you know we've waited long enough They should put a statue up in Piccadilly Circus Dandy, you blew us all away moutta the drab and the grey And then we caught the last bus home
Dandy, the keeper of the flame, we won't see your like again No, Dandy was a one-off Dandy, look at what you've become I guess I owe you one, so thanks for the memories