Young Morrissey Sings to Old Morrissey

Oh my, old dad

what a terrible life

you must have had,

to end up so old

and sold

to the cold vacancies of a narrow mind.

I went to London and they don't know you

anymore, they no longer recognize.

Could the story of your life be any more plain?

So surprised a solipsistic young man

grew up to become such a bitter old man.

Just another cunt,

waving a flag for the national Front.

Tell me sir, how do you not choke

on your own words? Is this some terrible joke?
How do you break the hearts of everyone

that ever believed in you? I feel bad

for Johnny and Mike and Andy too,

just because they used to work with you.

There goes the reunion…

Oh my, old dad.
What a terrible brain disease
you must have had.
to wear such hate

In a button on your lapel

On American television
I’m surprised you even showed up at all.

Now go away, go away, go away

go away, go away, oh please, go away.
or better yet, die alone

and take the England you remember,
take the mythical Old England you remember;

you can share the same gravestone,
with the epitaph, “It took too long for us to die.”