Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friday Night At The Drive-In Bingo, artist - Jens Lekman. Date of issue: 08.10.2007
Song language: English
Friday Night At The Drive-In Bingo |
| In a tiny tiny southern Swedish country town |
| two acres of field and a gas station |
| riding on my moped, looking for fun |
| staring into the blood red sun |
| on the country road is a boulevard |
| with neon lights and night open bars |
| in my jacket a pack of playing cards |
| just jacks, jokers, and the queen of hearts |
| my heart is beating, beating like Ringo |
| as I pull into the drive-in bingo |
| why do the people in the country wanna look like the people in the city? |
| when the people in the city aren’t the slightest pretty I want the people in the country to wear flannel shirts and saggy jeans all covered in dirt |
| I want the people in the country to be open and kind |
| but most times I’ve met those with a narrow mind |
| with a big black dog to bite your behind |
| if htey ever find out you’re not one of their kind |
| all these thoughts as I open up a zingo |
| Friday night at the drive-in bingo |
| so this is what they do out here for fun? |
| they play bingo and let their engines run? |
| tonight’s jackpot is a pig, hey that’s criminal! |
| G-42! |
| ooh, I’m going diagonal! |
| I’m gonna gather up a few of my friends |
| as many fits into an army tent |
| just bring our savings and a bottle of wine |
| to the Friday night’s reversal of time! |
| this little south-west village shouldn’t cost that much |
| maybe a handful of silver or a hundred bucks |
| we could have wild wild parties in that big old lodge and the windmill’s |
| perfect for movies and such |
| we could fake our deaths to get insurance money and take on hippie names |
| I’d be Snowphish, you’d be Sunny, we could start a little farm with little |
| white bunnies |
| just cause watching them copulate is very funny |
| there’s a cow and an ostrich just waiting for you! |
| a glass of apple cider just waiting for you! |
| the smell of 1952 just waiting for you! |
| and all I’m doing here is just waiting for you… |
| a daydream, I’m caught up in limbo |
| Friday night at the drive-in bingo |