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