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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And I've been replaced by some computer jerk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