[Originally by David Bowie]

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


[Chorus:]
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]