Space invaders flying home

And they're going to hit the sack


And they are probably going to die getting high


'Cause they're mixing crazy moments with the crack




And she's kissing all the boys


She's too clever to be slack

But she's bound to go away for a day


And she' like it, so she won't be coming back




Baby, baby, baby


Your good old days have died


Baby, baby, baby

Now won't you dry your pretty eyes?


Baby, baby, baby


Your good old days are taxed

So come on





Spot big bell bottom chords

And a matching with a hat


And you're a rule breaker, baby


Can't you see me standing

Only in your way to hit the sack?





And she's kissing all the boys

She's too clever to be slack


But she's bound to go away for a day


And she' like it, so she won't be coming back




Baby, baby, baby


Your good old days have died

Baby, baby, baby


Now won't you dry your pretty eyes?


Baby, baby, baby

Your good old days are taxed


So come on