Drive-In Saturday
(Bowie)
Produced by David Bowie and Ken Scott
Mixed by Ken Scott and Mick Ronson
Engineered by Ken Scott and Mike Moran
Arranged by David Bowie and Mick Ronson
David Bowie: Vocals. Guitar. Harmonica, Sax
Mick Ronson: Guitar, Piano, Vocals
Trevor Bolder: Bass
Mick Woodmansey: Drums
Ken Fordham:Sax
Mike Garson: Piano
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
And 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 with this
fall out
saturation
Cursing at the Astronette
That 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
And 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
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