Lyrics Kirsty MacColl

Kirsty MacColl

Quietly Alone

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 be 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And I've been replaced by some computer jerk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

'cause a space invader stole my man

There's a dreadful playing "johnny be 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

'cause I get so angry when I'm shut in

With one of those machines

I would talk to my boyfriend but I never can

'cause a space invader stole my man

And the synthesizer's playing "johnny be goode"

Then I'd rather go home and stay quietly alone

Quietly alone

Quietly alone

Quietly alone

Quietly alone