Space Invaders
Space invaders flying homeYeah, they're going to hit the sackAnd they are prob'ly going to die getting highCause they're mixing crazy moments with the crackAnd she's kissing all the boysShe's to clever to be slackBut she's bound to go away for a dayIn July, so she won't be coming back
Baby, baby, babyThe good old days have diedBaby, baby, babyNow won't you dry your pretty eyesBaby, baby, babyYour good old days are taxedSo come on!
Spot big bell bottom chordsAnd a matching with a hatAnd you're a rule breaker, babyCan't you see me standingOnly in your way to hit the sack?
And she's kissing all the boysShe's to clever to be slackBut she's bound to go away for a dayIn July, so she won't be coming back
Baby, baby, babyYour good old days have diedBaby, baby, babyWon't you dry your pretty eyesBaby, baby, babyYour good old days are taxedSo come on!