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