I met this girl on a Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
She sat there all alone
with a Shirley Temple and a cellular phone
No one to call
No one to ring
Cause no one's home
The bartender knew her number and name
I grabbed my cell phone
And gave her a ring
Wrong number
I guess I 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
But that wasn't me that was alter ego
No that wasn't me that was Johnny Rockets
She was so confused
From her point of view I would be confused too
I'm so rude
What was I thinking
But But she dug my hair and new suede shoes so much
She dragged me straightstraight 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
No 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
I'm sorry sorry for makin your life
I'm sorry sorry for makin your life
I'm Sorry Sorry for making your life a living hell
