1, 2
  1, 2, 3, 4
  well, i met this girl on a
  saturday night, saturday night
  saturday night, saturday night
  saturday night, saturday night
    she sat there all alone with that
  shirley temple and a cellular phone
  no one to call
  no one to ring
  cause no ones home
    the bartender knew her number and name
  i grabbed my cell phone and gave her a ring
  wrong number
  guess i've 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
    that wasn't me
  that was alter ego
  that wasn't me
  that was johnny rockets
    she was so confused
  from her point of view i would be confused too
  i was so rude
  what was i thinking?
    but, but she dug my hair and new suede shoes so much
  she dragged me straight, straight 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
  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)
    that wasn't me
  that was alter ego
  that wasn't me
  that was johnny rockets
    i'm sorry, sorry for making your life
  i'm sorry, sorry for making your life
  i'm sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell