作词 : MORRISSEY, STEVEN/STREET, STEVEN
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