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