Under the covers, I make a tent
It’s my world that I invent
Without you near me, no adventure
I want you to be home

Ba na na nah na nah

Under the table, nobody’s there
Under the ceiling, under the stairs
A funny feeling, my head is sleeping
I want you to be home

Ba na na nah na nah

In the morning
I’m waiting for you
To come back home

where are you?
where are you?
where are you?
where are you?

Take everything, my ipod
Take my keys, take my flare, take it all
Take my shoes, I’m riding solo
My memories, take all my photos
Take my clothes take my clothes my tight blue jeans
Take everything
Take everything

In the morning
I’m waiting for you
To come back home

where are you?

Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I’m on fire

Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I’m on fire

Sometimes its like someone took a knife baby
Edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
Through the middle of my soul

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the
Middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I’m on fire

In the early 80s Imagic was a developer and publisher for the Atari 2600, Intellivision and other video game consoles.  This is my uncle’s collection as he was an artist that worked on the box art and game gfx.

In the early 80s Imagic was a developer and publisher for the Atari 2600, Intellivision and other video game consoles. This is my uncle’s collection as he was an artist that worked on the box art and game gfx.