You've got diamonds and
I've got spades
You've got pills

And I've got razor blades

You've got yoga honey

I've got beer
You got overpriced
And I got weird


But it's alright
We're the same even though we're alone

It's alright
Yes we all need a room of our own


You've got love, darlin'
I've got sex
You've got cash, mama

And I've got checks

You've got business, baby

I've got the kids
You got crowded just the way I did


But it's alright
Cause we all need a place to call home
It's alright

Yes we all need a room of our own

I can still remember packed together

Like a can of sardines
No, no, no


Pushin', shovin'
That's when lovin'
Starts to come apart at the seams

Oh no, no, no, no
You've got the day shift
I've got nights

We go wrong at times
But we've got rights


You've got TV shows
I've got crime
But you've got your room honey

And I've got mine

It's alright

It's the one thing that we should have known
Yes, it's alright
Yes, we all need a room of our own


And it's alright
Yes we all need a place to call home

It's alright
It's alright
To have a room of your own


No, no, no, it's alright
Yeah it's alright mama

To have a room of our own
Sometimes you've got to get away
Got to get away

Got to get away
Got to get away to a room of our own


Got to have a room
Got to have a little elbow room of my own