Space Invaders

Space invaders flying home

Yeah, they're going to hit the sack

And they are 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 too clever to be slack

But she's bound to go away for a day

In July, so she won't be coming back

Baby, baby, baby

The good old days have died

Baby, baby, baby

Now won't you dry your pretty eyes

Baby, baby, baby

Your good old days are taxed

So come on!

Spot big bell bottom chords

And a matching with a hat

And you're a rule breaker, baby

Can't you see me standing

Only in your way to hit the sack?

And she's kissing all the boys

She's too clever to be slack

But she's bound to go away for a day

In July, 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 taxed

So come on!