Friday night
The drive-in doubles up the fright.
The ghouls attack upon the silver light.
Back seat
The hearse windows are hazed with heat.
Just for tonite, we’re gonna starve the light
A little longer.
Just a little longer.
I’m a torn up
graveyard greaser groping on you.
But dont you know girl
I love you so?
People freak
but baby, don’t you even speak.
Don’t explain, only call my name
A little longer.
Just a little longer.
(sax break) oo la la.
I know it’s cold.
I know it’s late.
We should be sleeping in our graves
but let’s stay and starve the light
a little while – longer.
We’re dead as Death upon the screen
but Death can’t even match our gleam.
Baby, won’t you call that evil name of mine
A little longer.
Just a little longer.