Quietly Alone - Kirsty MacColl

作词：Kirsty MacColl

作曲：Kirsty MacColl

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

Quietly alone

Quietly alone

Quietly alone

Quietly alone

Quietly alone

Quietly alone

Quietly alone