We will never hear lyrics quite like this again:
Cursing at the Astronette
Who stands in steel by his cabinet
He's crashing out with Sylvia
The Bureau Supply for ageing men
With snorting head he gazes to the shore
Once it raged 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
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, yeah