Testo Drive In Saturday

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