Friday Night At The Drive-in Bingo Lyrics - Night Falls Over Kortedala - Jens Lekman

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 deaths 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 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