


Friday we're in love, but Saturday's all about Drive-Ins. That is, if we lived near a drive-in and it wasn't so fucking cold. So we'll just have to settle for David Bowie singing about a "Drive-In Saturday", which actually may be better than actually going to the drive-in. Unless we got some head. That'd even the score a little.
(Also, don't you just love how the announcer fades away, as if consumed by the very glamour he celebrates?)
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