text: Space invaders flying home
  And theyre going to hit the sack
  And theyre probably going to die getting high
  Cause theyre mixing crazy moments with the crack
  And shes kissing all the boys
  Shes to clever to be slack
  But shes bound to go away for a day
  And shell like it, so she wont be coming back
  Baby, baby, baby
  Your good old days have died
  Baby, baby, baby
  Now wont you dry your pretty eyes
  Baby, baby, baby
  Your good old days are dead
  Come on
  Spot big bell bottom cords
  And a matching with a hat
  And youre a rule breaker, baby
  Cant you see me standing only in your way to hit the sack
  And shes kissing all the boys
  Shes too clever to be slack
  But shes bound to go away for a day
  And shell like it, so she wont be coming back
  Baby, baby, baby
  Your good old days have died
  Baby, baby, baby
  Wont you dry your pretty eyes
  Baby, baby, baby
  Your good old days are dead
  Come on