Drive-In Saturday

Album: Aladdin Sane (1973)
Charted: 3
  • (Uh uh ah) Let me put my arms around your head
    (Dom do ah) 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
    (Dom do ah) Pour me out another phone
    (Dom do ah) 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 (got got do ah aah aah)
    And he'd shrug and ask to stay
    She'd sigh like twig the wonder kid (got got do ah)
    And turn her face away

    She's uncertain if she likes him (got got do ah aah aah)
    But she knows she really loves him
    It's a crash course for the ravers (got got do ah)
    It's a drive-in Saturday

    Jung the foreman prayed at work (dom do ah)
    Neither hands nor limbs would burst
    It's hard enough to keep formation with this fall out saturation

    (Bah dom bah) cursing at the astronette
    (Dom do ah) who stands in steel by his cabinet
    He's crashing out with Sylvian
    The bureau supply for aging men
    With snorting head he gazes to the shore
    Once had raised a sea that raged no more
    Like the video films we saw

    His name was always buddy (got got do ah aah aah)
    And he'd shrug and ask to stay
    She'd sigh like twig the wonder kid (got got do ah)
    And turn her face away

    She's uncertain if she likes him (got got do ah aah aah)
    But she knows she really loves him
    It's a crash course for the ravers (got got do ah)
    It's a drive-in Saturday

    His name was always buddy (got got do ah aah aah)
    And he'd shrug and ask to stay
    She'd sigh like twig the wonder kid (got got do ah)
    And turn her face away

    She's uncertain if she likes him (got got do ah aah aah)
    But she knows she really loves him
    It's a crash course for the ravers (got got do ah)
    It's a drive-in Saturday, yeah, yeah

    (Drive-in Saturday)
    (It's a drive-in Saturday)
    (It's a drive-in Saturday)
    (It's a drive-in Saturday)
    It's a, it's a, it's a drive in Saturday (It's a drive-in Saturday)
    It's a, it's a, it's a, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir,
    Yes sir
    (It's a drive-in Saturday) dom do do do, dom do do do
    (It's a drive-in Saturday) dom do do da, dom do do da
    (It's a drive-in Saturday) yes sir
    (It's a drive-in Saturday)Writer/s: DAVID BOWIE
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, TINTORETTO MUSIC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 2

  • Paul from Rothesay, Nb, CanadaOn the "Storytellers" version of this song, Bowie quips that he was so miffed at Mott the Hoople's rejection, that he shaved off his eye-brows. I would have loved to have heard Ian Hunter's take on this, but...
  • Mark from London, EnglandThis single was also a track on the Aladdin Sane album.
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