Hit - Blueboy

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