Franks Michael - Now That Your Joystick's Broken Lyrics

You used to be her space invader Snatching her free from King Kong's choke She's allons-y She'll catch you later Now that your joystick's broke You had it made with all the women At the arcade nor you're the joke Still wear the shades But who you kiddin' Now that you joystick's broke Hurts your elbow Hurts your wrist You can barely make a fist You're the king of indoor sports So how come the circuit shorts Call the number Broken Sticks Bring 'em in and get 'em fixed There in your jeans That roll of quarters Still fills the air with lipsticked smoke Guess the machine's just out of order Too bad your joystick's broke Franks Michael Lyrics Now That Your Joystick's Broken Lyrics