Verse 1
Saturday night, Saturday night
Saturday night, Saturday night
Saturday night Saturday night
She sat there all alone
With a Shirley Temple and a cellular phone
No one to call, no one to ring cause no one?s home
The bartender knew her number and name
I grabbed my cell phone and gave her a ring
Wrong number I guess I gotta do it the hard way
I walked up to her having seen the future and said
I?m sorry sorry for making your life a living hell
I?m sorry sorry for making your life a living hell
But that wasn?t me that was my alter ego
No that wasn?t me that was Johnny Rockets
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Verse 2
She was so confused
From her point of view I would be confused too
I?m so rude, what was I thinking?
But she dug my hair and new suede shoes so much
She dragged me straight straight to her room and I was
Forgetting what I know I would do
Two hours later we lay on the bed and I said
I?m sorry sorry for making your life a living hell
I?m sorry sorry for making your life a living hell
But that wasn?t me that was my alter ego
No that wasn?t me that was Johnny Rockets
(Solo)
I?m sorry sorry for making your life a living hell
I?m sorry sorry for making your life a living hell
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