Friday night   The drive-in doubles up the fright.   The ghouls attack upon the silver light.      Back seat   The hearse windows are hazed with heat.   Just for tonite, we're gonna starve the light      A little longer.   Just a little longer.      I'm a torn up   graveyard greaser groping on you.   But dont you know girl   I love you so?      People freak   but baby, don't you even speak.   Don't explain, only call my name      A little longer.   Just a little longer.      (sax break) oo la la.      I know it's cold.   I know it's late.   We should be sleeping in our graves   but let's stay and starve the light   a little while - longer.      We're dead as Death upon the screen   but Death can't even match our gleam.   Baby, won't you call that evil name of mine      A little longer.   Just a little longer.      Starlite Decay.