Friday Night Gurus

Where is the boy whose bass is big and bold?

Where is the boy whose beats are made of solid gold?

They've got a sound - funny how, funny how, funny how it flows

Heaven is down wherever their DJ bag goes



All the oldies and the goldies playing on the radio

They don't make me feel the way you do: my Friday night gurus

You're the Obi-Wan Kenobis with the force of audio

I believe in all your fantasies as silly as they seem

You're from another world



Where is the boy - the boogie's strong in him

He'll make you dance as smoothly as the dolphins swim

They've got a sound - seriously obese in the bass frequencies

Perfectly round, like spirals in their DNA



All the oldies and the goldies playing on the radio

They don't make me feel the way you do: my Friday night gurus

You're the Obi-Wan Kenobis with the force of audio

I believe in all your fantasies as silly as they seem

You're from another world



I walk the night through the people on the streets

Oh, what I would give to be in your company

Into the night with the sailors of the sleaze

All hands on deck - they're like animals in heat

All the oldies and the goldies playing on the radio

They don't make me feel the way you do: my Friday night gurus

You're the Obi-Wan Kenobis with the force of audio

I believe in all your fantasies as silly as they seem

You're from another world