Hey Rory, you're off to London

Playin' the blues with a band called Taste

Gonna hit the big time?

You better - you're the best

On your night you could even leave

Hendrix in the dust

I want to thank you for what you did

No more messin' with the Kid



Hero came back to Dublin

The only one sober we're all out of our heads

Long hair flyin'

Blue denims drippin with sweat

Volts of lightnin' in your fingers

Pride of bein' the best



What the hell happened, head,

Where did the lightnin' go?

Did it burn right through your fingers

To the cockles of your soul?

Leavin' you stranded



A million miles away from the rest of us....



I want to thank you for what you did

No more messin' with the Kid

So long, old son, that's it

No more messin' with the kid