I remember memories of girls I've met,ntheir voices sound much clearer on my cassette,nI remember parties and the people there,nI remember punk rock chicks with orange hair.nnSo come on, come on,nIt's only me and my tape recorder,nCome on, come on,nAlcohol takes every other,nCome on, come on,nthrough this chaos and disorder,nCome on, come on,ncome on tonight (La-la-la-la)nnI remember drunken sad confessions,nPsychological ultra-live transmissions,nIs it cause I'm knowing 'bout her boyfriend?nHe's in the town with another girl againnI remember afterwards when they told her,nThe way she cried upon my shoulder.nA memory washed out of the brain,nI remember the loneliness and pain n(La-la-la-la)nnSo come on, come on,nIt's only me and my tape recorder,nCome on, come on,nAlcohol takes every other,nCome on, come on,nthrough this chaos and disorder,nCome on, come on,ncome on tonight