Hit
i knew your mother
i knew your father as well
when they were happy
shining torches in the children's eyes
why do you ask? there is nothing to add
fame startled you
hit the booze, hit your dad
now showbiz beckons and i can see it all for myself
the drugs and glitter
the yellow brick road leading down to ill health
oh my ill health oh my ill health
why do you ask? there is nothing to add
fame startled you
hit the booze, hit your dad
why do you ask?
there is nothing to add
fame startled you
hit the booze, hit your dad
why do you ask? there is nothing to add
fame startled you
hit the booze, hit your dad
fame startled you