There's an old jack crooning on my new TV So I go out for a quiet drink But it costs a packet and it's such a racket That I can't hear myself think There's a microchip one armed bandit with a screw loose A stripper in the corner with a face like thunder A terrible band playing "Johnny B Goode" So I'd rather go home and stay quietly alone
I get up in the morning with the radio on I do my makeup and I go to look for work Somebody tells me that the job's just gone And I've been replaced by some computer jerk I would talk to my boyfriend but I never can 'Cos a Space Invader stole my man There's a dreadful band playing "Johnny B Goode" So I'd rather go home and stay quietly alone
Trying to keep my sanity is hard to do Living like a hermit all alone Find an occupation that won't deafen me My sense of reality's gone
My temperature is getting higher and higher And I'm shaking in my jeans 'Cos I get so angry when I'm shut in With one of those machines I would talk to my boyfriend but I never can 'Cos a Space Invader stole my man And the synthesizer's playing "Johnny B Goode" Then I'd rather go home and stay quietly alone Quietly alone Quietly alone Quietly alone Quietly aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
