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