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



His name was always Buddy

And he's shrug and ask to stay

And 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

with this fall out saturation

Cursing at the Astronette

That stands in the steel by his cabinet

He's crashing out with Sylvian

The Bureau Supply for aging 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



His name was always Buddy

And he's shrug and ask to stay

And she's 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