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And I've been replaced by some computer jerk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
'Cause I get so angry when I'm shut in
With one of those machines
I would talk to my boyfriend but I never can
'Cause 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
- :
- All I Ever Wanted: The Anthology
- Miscellaneous
- Titanic Days
- Kirsty MacColl
- The Collection
- Original Hits - 80s Pop
- Titanic Days (Deluxe Version)
- Terry
- A New England
- Deejay Parade Estate 2000
- What Do Pretty Girls Do?
- Kite
- Galore: The Best of Kirsty MacColl
- The Best of Kirsty MacColl
- The Very Best of Kirsty MacColl - A New England
- All I Ever Wanted
- In These Shoes? (disc 1)
- In These Shoes?
- Tropical Brainstorm
- Titanic Days (Deluxe)