Jens Lekman - Friday Night at the Drive-In Bingo lyrics

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 Oh, the country road is a boulevard With neon lights and night-open bars In my jacket, pack of playing cards Just jacks, jokers, and a queen of hearts My heart is beating, beating like Ringo As I pull into the drive-in bingo Why do the people in the country want to 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 country 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 their 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 jackpot is a pig, hey, that's criminal G-42, ooh, I'm going diagonal I'm gonna gather up a few of my friends As many fits into an army tent Just bring your savings and a bottle of wine To Friday night's reversal of time This little southwest village shouldn'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 windmill's perfect for movies and such We could fake our d**hs to get insurance money And take on hippie names, I'd be Snowphish, you'd be Sunny We could start a little farm with little white bunnies Just 'cause watching them copulate is very funny There's a cow and an ostrich just waiting for you A gla** 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