Friday Night Gurus

Where is the boy whose bass is big and bold?
Where is the boy whose beats are made of solid gold?
They've got a sound funny how, funny how, funny how it flows
Heaven is down wherever their DJ bag goes All the oldies and the goldies playing on the radio They don't make me feel the way you do: my Friday night gurus You're the Obi-Wan Kenobis with the force of audio I believe in all your fantasies as silly as they seem You're from another world.

Where is the boy the boogie's strong in him
He'll make you dance as smoothly as the dolphins swim
They've got a sound seriously obese in the bass frequencies
Perfectly round like spirals in their DNA All the oldies and the goldies playing on the radio They don't make me feel the way you do: my Friday night gurus You're the Obi-Wan Kenobis with the force of audio I believe in all your fantasies as silly as they seem You're from another world.

I walk the night through the people on the streets
Oh what I would give to be in your company
Into the night with the sailors of the sleaze
All hands on dick they're like animals in heat All the oldies and the goldies playing on the radio They don't make me feel the way you do: my Friday night gurus You're the Obi-Wan Kenobis with the force of audio I believe in all your fantasies as silly as they seem You're from another world.