Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drive in Saturday, artist - David Bowie. Date of issue: 13.11.2014
Song language: English
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 |
| 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’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 |
| 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 |
| It’s a Drive-in Saturday |