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
Writer(s): David Bowie
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