Drive-In Saturday

Morrissey · Swords-Deluxe Edition [2009]

Let me put my arms around your head

It's hot, let's go to bed

And don't forget to turn on the light

Don't laugh, this will be alright



Going towards 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, try like once before

When people stared

In David Johansen's eyes and scored

Like the video films we saw



His name was always Buddy

And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay

And she'd sigh like Chris the Wonder Kid

And turn her face away



She's uncertain if she likes him

But she knows she's got to have him

It's a crash course for the ravers

It's a drive-in Saturday



Jung the foreman prayed at work

Neither hands nor limbs would burst

It's hard enough to keep formation

'Mid this fall out saturation



Cursing at the Astronettes

That stand in seal by his cabinet

He's crashing out with Sylvian

The bureau supply for aging men



With snorting heads he gazes to the shore

Once it raged, the sea that raged no more

Like the video films we saw



His name was always Buddy

And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay

And she'd sigh like Chris 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



His name was always Buddy

And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay

When she'd sigh like Chris the Wonder Kid

And she'd 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



It's a drive-in Saturday

It's a drive-in Saturday

It's a drive-in Saturday

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