Kirsty MacColl - Quietly Alone

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Theres an old … coming on my new tv So I go out for a quiet drink
But it costs a packet and its such a racket
That I cant hear myself think
Theres 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 Id 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 jobs just gone
And Ive been replaced by some computer jerk
I would talk to my boyfriend but I never can
cos a space invader stole my man
Theres a dreadful playing «johnny b goode»
So Id 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 wont deafen me My sense of realitys gone
My temperature is getting higher and higher
And Im shaking in my jeans
cos I get so angry when Im 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 synthesizers playing «johnny b goode»
Then Id rather go home and stay quietly alone
Quietly alone
Quietly alone
Quietly alone
Quietly alone