Quietly Alone Lyrics - Kirsty Maccoll

There's an old jack crooning 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And I've been replaced by some computer jerk 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 band 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 

'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 B Goode 

Then I'd rather go home and stay quietly alone 

Quietly alone, quietly alone 

Quietly alone, quietly alone