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.