Now That Your Joystick's Broken lyrics
by Michael Franks



You used to be her space invaderSnatching her free from King Kong's chokeShe's allons-yShe'll catch you laterNow that your joystick's brokeYou had it made with all the womenAt the arcade nor you're the jokeStill wear the shadesBut who you kiddin'Now that you joystick's brokeHurts your elbowHurts your wristYou can barely make a fistYou're the king of indoor sportsSo how come the circuit shortsCall the numberBroken SticksBring 'em in and get 'em fixedThere in your jeansThat roll of quartersStill fills the air with lipsticked smokeGuess the machine's just out of orderToo bad your joystick's broke