Now That Your Joystick's Broke

Franks Michael

Passion Fruit

Now That Your Joystick's Broken

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