Friday Night At The Drive-In Bingo

In a tiny tiny southern Swedish country town Two acres of field and a gas station riding on my moped, looking for fun staring into the blood red sun on the country road is a boulevard with neon lights and night open bars in my kachet a pack of playing cards just jacks, jokers, and the queen of hearts my heart beating, beating like Ringo as I pull into the drive-in bingo who do the people in the country wanna look like the people in the city? when the people in the city aren't the slightest pretty i want the people in the country to wear flannel shirts and saggy jeans all covered in dirt I want the people in the counrty to be open and kind but most times I've met those with a narrow mind with a big black dog to bite your behind if they ever find out you're not one of theif kind all these thoughts as I open up a zingo Friday night at the drive-in bingo so this is what they do out here for fun? they play bingo and let their engines run? tonight's jackpop is a pig, hey that's criminal! G042! ooh, I'm going diagonal! I'm gonna gather up a few of my friends as many fits into an army tent just bring out savings and a botttle of wine to the Friday night's reversal of time! this little south-west vallage shoudn't cost that much maybe a handful of silver or a hundred bucks we could have wild wild parties in that big old lodge and the windmil's perfect for movies and such we could fake our deaths to get insurance money and take on hippie names I'd be Snowphish, you'de be Sunny, we could start a little farm with little white bunnies just cause watching them copulates is very funny there's a cow and an ostrich just wating for you! a glass of apple cider just waiting for you! the smell of 1952 just waiting for you! and all i"m doing here is just waiting for you... a daydream, I'm caught up in limbo Friday night at the drive-in bingo