Space invaders flying home
Yeah, they're going to hit the sack
And they're 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
And she'll like, so she won't [bad word] 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 [bad word] on!

It's my big bell bottom cords
And imagine with a hat
And you're [bad word] 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
And she'll like it, so she won't [bad word] 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 [bad word] on!