DRIVE-IN SATURDAY 
(David Bowie)

Recorded Live At The Orpheum Theater, Omaha, Nebraska, 11th May, 2007

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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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…