Kirsty Maccoll - Quietly Alone lyrics

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morning with the radio on I do my makeup and i go to look for work Somebody tells me that the job's just gone And i've been replaced by some computer jerk I would talk to my boyfriend but i never can 'cos a space invader stole my man There's a dreadful playing "johnny b goode" So i'd rather go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