It's Friday night on tram number nine,nAll the people I see have clouds in their minds,nBut me I am alone,nHaving a little party on my own.nnThe loneliness is not my issue,nI still remember the night that I kissed you,nAnd there's been plenty more since that,nWhen it comes to kissing I've been a spoilt little brat.nnI don't wanna die alone,nIn a home somewhere humming on a song of my own.nIt's just me and my budgiesnI'll enter heaven with no heavy luggage.