We were in a band    We were Sex Drive    Had our debut at a righteous house party    ’Twas an underground rave    On the invitation: Pills    Emblazed with our moniker    They call us Sex Drive    They call us Sex Drive    They call us Sex Drive    Sex Drive, let’s rock       On and on and on oh, you want to meet us   On and on and on please won’t you complete us    On and on and on Treat us like meat darling    On and on and on we taste so sweet my love yeah       We were on a drive    The band and I    On our way to the top of the world party    When the guitarist, such an alarmist,    Well, he said the band, The Drive, would split    He saw it in his dreams    The fans they screamed:    Please don’t go Sex Drive    Please don’t go Sex Drive    Please don’t go Sex Drive    Sex Drive let’s rock       On and on and on oh, you want to meet us   On and on and on please won’t you complete us    On and on and on Treat us like meat darling    On and on and on we taste so sweet my love yeah      Copyright 2004 Beau Phillips