Little Man, What Now?

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, nineteen sixty nine ATV, you murdered every line Too old to be a child star Too young to take leads Four seasons pa*sed 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