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 
 
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It's a Drive-in Saturday [repeat]