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