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
Dont laugh babe, it´ll be alright
Pour me out another phone
I´ll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange one´s in the dome
Can lend us a book we can read up alone
Ánd 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´d 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 brust
It´s hard enough to keep formation
With this fall-out saturation
Cursing at the Astronette
That 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 he saw
His name was always Buddy
And he´d 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