1, 2

1, 2, 3, 4

well, i met this girl on a

saturday night, saturday night

saturday night, saturday night

saturday night, saturday night



she sat there all alone with that

shirley temple and a cellular phone

no one to call

no one to ring

cause no ones home



the bartender knew her number and name

i grabbed my cell phone and gave her a ring

wrong number

guess i´ve 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



that wasn´t me

that was alter ego

that wasn´t me

that was johnny rockets



she was so confused

from her point of view i would be confused too

i was so rude

what was i thinking?



but, 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 knew 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



that wasn´t me

that was alter ego

that wasn´t me

that was johnny rockets



i´m sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell


i´m sorry, i´m sorry, i´m sorry, i´m sorry)

i´m sorry sorry for making your life a living hell

(i´m sorry, i´m sorry, i´m sorry, i´m sorry)



that wasn´t me

that was alter ego

that wasn´t me

that was johnny rockets



i´m sorry, sorry for making your life

i´m sorry, sorry for making your life

i´m sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell