Well, i met this girl on a

Saturday night, saturday night

Saturday night, saturday night

Saturday night, saturday night



She sat there all alone with that

Shirley temple and a cellular phone

No one to call

No one to ring

Cause no ones home



The bartender knew her number and name

I grabbed my cell phone and gave her a ring

Wrong number

Guess i've gotta do it the hard way



I walked up to her having seen the future and said

I'm sorry sorry for making your life a living hell

I'm sorry sorry for making your life a living hell



That wasn't me

That was alter ego

That wasn't me

That was johnny rockets



She was so confused

From her point of view i would be confused too

I was so rude

What was i thinking?



But, but she dug my hair and new suede shoes so much

She dragged me straight, straight to her room

And i was forgetting what i knew i would do



Two hours later we lay on the bed and i said

I'm sorry sorry for making your life a living hell

I'm sorry sorry for making your life a living hell



That wasn't me

That was alter ego

That wasn't me

That was johnny rockets



I'm sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell

(i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry)

I'm sorry sorry for making your life a living hell

(i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry)



That wasn't me

That was alter ego

That wasn't me

That was johnny rockets



I'm sorry, sorry for making your life

I'm sorry, sorry for making your life

I'm sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell