First, and foremost, I’d like to dedicate this song to the boys of Def Leppard and to the Hysteria production, all the cast and crew, the people of Sheffield, the people who bought D.L’s albums over the years and the people who still blare “Pour Some Sugar On Me” from their cars.
Because, although we’ve come to the end of the road, still I can’t let go. It’s so natural. You belong to me. I belong to you.
Lookin’ like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
Razzle ‘n’ a dazzle ‘n’ a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah
It’s a time for the guys to have some life-altering revelations. Sometimes you lose a limb. Sometimes having looks, girls and money doesn’t guarantee happiness. Neither does a ratty wig. Sometimes you’re in a pretty famous rock band, make a lot of money and have a lot of hits and someone decides to make a limp biopic that boils it all down to some formulaic scenes. That’s how it goes. Ask Ritchie Valens. Well, OK, can’t do that… Ask Jim Morrison… Oh… Ask The Beatles… Oh. Well, ask Ringo.