[Originally by David Bowie] 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 [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus] It's a Drive-in Saturday [repeat]