You've got diamonds and I've got spades   You've got pills   And I've got razor blades   You've got yoga honey   I've got beer   You got overpriced   And I got weird      But it's alright   We're the same even though we're alone   It's alright   Yes we all need a room of our own      You've got love darlin'   I've got sex   You've got cash, mama   And I've got checks   You've got business, baby   I've got the kids   You got crowded just the way I did      But it's alright   Cause we all need a place to call home   It's alright   Yes we all need a room of our own      I can still remember packed together   Like a can of sardines   No, no, no   Pushin', shovin'   That's when lovin'   Starts to come apart at the seams   Oh no, no, no, no      You've got the day shift   I've got nights   We go wrong at times   But we've got rights   You've got TV shows   I've got crime   But you've got your room, honey   And I've got mine      It's alright   It's the one thing that we should have known   Yes, it's alright   Yes, we all need a room of our own      And it's alright   Yes we all need a place to call home   It's alright   Yes we all need a room of our own   It's alright   It's alright   To have a room of your own   No, no, no, it's alright   Yeah it's alright mama   To have a room of our own   Sometimes you've got to get away      Got to get away   Got to get away   Got to get away to a room of our own   Got to have a room   Got to have a little elbow room of my own.