Quietly Alone - Kirsty MacColl

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And Ive been replaced by some computer jerk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