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