There's an old ... coming 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And i've been replaced by some computer jerk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 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 alone


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