I met you in a record storeYou had slept in the clothes you woreBut I knew I'd seen you somewhere beforeWhat happened to your guitar?And what happened to the prettiest star?Can you still play the songs that got you so far?Hey you, with your shadow in the gutterHow low have you got to go before you're throughHigh times, a butler in the morningAll your memories are coming out of your shoesBlack dog, sitting in the parkOdd looks from the mothers of the devil's ownShoplifting, getting your essentialsGate crashing, christenings and funerals......And weddings too.I used to see you all the time on MTVRead your life story in a magazineI guess you thought thats the way it'll always be.But I believe in youCause I think that you'd want me toThough I never really liked your songs, its trueHey you, with your shadow in the gutterHow low have you got to go before you're throughHigh times, a butler in the morningAll your memories are coming out of your shoesBlack dog, sitting in the parkOdd looks from the mothers of the devil's ownShoplifting, getting your essentialsGate crashing, christenings and funerals......And weddings too.Hey you, with your shadow in the gutterHow low have you got to go before you're throughHigh times, a butler in the morningAll your memories are coming out of your shoesBlack dog, sitting in the parkOdd looks from the mothers of the devil's ownShoplifting, getting your essentialsGate crashing, christenings and funerals......And weddings too.