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]