Let me put my arms around your head It's hot let's go to bed And don't forget to turn on the light Don't laugh, this will be alright Point towards 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, try like once before When people stared In David Johansen's eyes and scored Like the video films we saw
His name was always Buddy And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay And she'd sigh like Kris the Wonderkid And turn her face away She's uncertain if she likes him But she knows she's got to have him It's a crash-course for the Ravers It's a drive-in Saturday
Jung the foreman prayed at work Neither hands nor limbs would burst It's hard enough to keep formation Amid this fall-out saturation Cursing at the Astronettes That stand in steel by his cabinets He is crashing out with Sylvian The Bureau Supply for Ageing Men With snorting head he gazes to the shore Once it raged, the sea that raged no more Like the video films we saw
His name was always Buddy And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay And she'd sigh like Kris the Wonderkid 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
His name was always Buddy And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay When she'd sigh like Kris the Wonderkid And she'd 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 Iit's a drive-in Saturday
Compositor: David BowiePublicado em 2017 (21/Jul)ECAD verificado fonograma #13986120 em 13/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM