Lyric Drive-In Saturday

Let me put my arms
around your head
Gee, it s hot, let s go to bed
Don t forget to turn on the light
Don t laugh babe, it ll be alright
Pour me out another phone
I ll ring and see
if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome
Can lend us a book we can read up alone

And try to get it on like once before
When people stared in Jagger s eyes
and scored
Like the video films we saw

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His name was always Buddy
And he d shrug and ask to stay
She d sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away
She s uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It s a crash course for the ravers
It s a Drive-in Saturday

Jung the foreman prayed at work
That neither hands nor limbs would burst
It s hard enough to keep formation
amid this fall out saturation

Cursing at the Astronette 8
Who stands in steel
by his cabinet
He s crashing out with Sylvian
The Bureau Supply
for ageing men

With snorting head he gazes to the shore
Which once had raised a sea
that raged no more
Like the video films we saw

[CHORUS]
It s a Drive-in Saturday [repeat]