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      His name was always Buddy   And he's 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 burst   It's hard enough to keep formation   with this fall out saturation   Cursing at the Astronette   That stands in the steel by his cabinet   He's crashing out with Sylvian   The Bureau Supply for aging 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      His name was always Buddy   And he's shrug and ask to stay   And she's 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