morrissey
little man, what now?
An afternoon nostalgia Television show You spoke in silhouette (but they couldn't name you) Though the panel were very polite to you Oh, but I remembered you Friday nights, 1969 Atv - you murdered every line Too old to be a child star Too young to take leads Four seasons passed And they axed you Nervous juvenile (Won'T Smile!) What became of you ? Did that swift eclipse torture you ? A star at eighteen And then - suddenly gone Down to a few lines In the back page Of a faded annual Oh, but I remembered you I remembered you