Little Man, What Now? - Morrissey

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