Space invaders flying home
Yeah, they’re going to hit the sack
And they’re prob’ly going to die getting high
Cause they’re mixing crazy moments with the crack
And she’s kissing all the boys
She’s to clever to be slack
But she’s bound to go away for a day
And she’ll like, so she won’t be coming back
Baby, baby, baby
your good old days have died
Baby, baby, baby
Won’t you dry your pretty eyes
Baby, baby, baby
Your good old days are dead
Come on!
It’s my big bell bottom cords
And imagine with a hat
And you’re a rule breaker, baby
Can’t you see me standing?
Only you went ahead and sat
And she’s kissing all the boys
She’s to clever to be slack
But she’s bound to go away for a day
And she’ll like it, so she won’t be coming back
Baby, baby, baby
your good old days have died
Baby, baby, baby
Won’t you dry your pretty eyes
Baby, baby, baby
Your good old days are dead
Come on!