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 to 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 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 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 dead Come on!