You got me jumpin' like a cat strung up on a wire;
Waiting for the sandman to put me to sleep.
I got a no-show; take it slow, waiting for the whistle blow.
Nowhere job on a dead end street.
You ain't got a minute when the siren sounds;
Gotta get movin' to the underground.
But I gotta woman, gonna love me through the night,
Slippin' and slidin', and holding me tight.
Well, here it comes again, another Saturday night.
Pour another drink - I hope I make it home alright.
Oh boy, oh boy, gotta keep headin' for the state line.
Makin' time; gotta meet a friend of mine.
My old Ford runs fine I gotta say.
Got a new set of plugs; I wish the rain would go away.
A hundred U.F.O.'s by the Holiday Inn.
I should really go to sleep but, baby, here I go again.
Well, take me the hotel; no one's there, oh well.
Whatever happened to news on the radio?
Every little place in this little town
Looks like a bomb just leveled to the ground.
Drivin' through Jersey, headed for D.C.;
Look at all the boarded up factories.
All the kings men have a summerhouse in France,
But you and me live on the radiation ranch.
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Waiting for the sandman to put me to sleep.
I got a no-show; take it slow, waiting for the whistle blow.
Nowhere job on a dead end street.
You ain't got a minute when the siren sounds;
Gotta get movin' to the underground.
But I gotta woman, gonna love me through the night,
Slippin' and slidin', and holding me tight.
Well, here it comes again, another Saturday night.
Pour another drink - I hope I make it home alright.
Oh boy, oh boy, gotta keep headin' for the state line.
Makin' time; gotta meet a friend of mine.
My old Ford runs fine I gotta say.
Got a new set of plugs; I wish the rain would go away.
A hundred U.F.O.'s by the Holiday Inn.
I should really go to sleep but, baby, here I go again.
Well, take me the hotel; no one's there, oh well.
Whatever happened to news on the radio?
Every little place in this little town
Looks like a bomb just leveled to the ground.
Drivin' through Jersey, headed for D.C.;
Look at all the boarded up factories.
All the kings men have a summerhouse in France,
But you and me live on the radiation ranch.
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