On a hot desert night with the windows down wide
Feel not a twinch of regret
On B.B.C Radio One
With fake leather seats from Warren's
On a hot desert night, the caravan stops
The sirens will sing me their song
Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes
The cast must include Karen Black
You're not obliged to let them all in, okay Johnny
Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes
She's not a lady doctor at all
Though the wind may whisper and howl at your a door
We can't find a tune of our own
On a hot desert night it is still
Though the symphony strings shift with the sands
If you sing while you ride you'll be a siren tonight
And tangle the hair on your head
And the ghosts of the sailors who died on the rocks
We all need a kind place to live
Though the wind may tangle the hair on your head
You sing like a siren to me
That ain't a real Cadillac
We all need the comfort of friends
You sing like a siren to me
Though the wind may whisper and epic sometimes
Spare this poor sailor's life from the rocks
Though the world may whisper and howl at your door
It's a Delta eighty-eight spray painted black
And the stars will spell out your name
If you must please ride in the back
Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice
Though the world may whisper and blow in your face
The soundtrack is played by some aged British queen
Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice
You sing like a siren to me
On a hot desert night we can drive down the road
Though the wind may whisper a melody now
Baby don't you ride in that faux Cadillac
She'll crush you in her embrace
She's got hands like a man with hair on the back
At the oasis next to your heart
