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]