Electra
 (Words and Music by Rick Springfield)


Electra, Electra
I thought that I was your number one
Electra, Electra
Watcha gonna do with that machine gun?

Electra, there's better ways to end our sad affair
This way puts me in the ground--
With you in the electric chair

Electra, Electra
I thought that I was your number one
Electra, Electra
Watcha gonna do with that machine gun?

You're no Bonnie, I'm no Clyde
There's no way you fit the role
Let me leave with a pain in my heart
And not a bullet hole

Electra, Electra!

Electra I'll betcha you can't make me run
I've got a big surprise, it's called a 12-gauge shotgun!
Electra, Electra, Electra, Electra

Electra, Electra
I thought that I was your number one
Electra, Electra
Watcha gonna do with that machine gun?

Song Facts: This is from the unreleased "Springfield" LP