Saturday night, Saturday night
That wasn't me, that was Alter Ego
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
But, but she dug my hair and new suede shoes so much
Take it away
Shirley Temple and a cellular phone
I'm sorry, sorry for making your life
'Cause no one at home
Two hours later we lay on the bed and I said
Yes I am, I'm sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell
Oh, what was I thinking?
I'm sorry, sorry for making your life
Wrong number
Saturday night, Saturday night
I'm sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell
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
She sat there all alone with the
No one to call, no one to ring
And I was forgetting what I knew I would do
But that wasn't me, that was Alter Ego
"I'm sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell"
I was so rude
She was so confused
I grabbed my cell phone and gave her a ring
She dragged me straight, straight to her room
'Cause that wasn't me, that was Johnny Rockets
I'm sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell
From her point of view I would be confused too
I guess I've gotta do it the hard way
That wasn't me, that was Johnny Rockets
The bartender knew her number and name
