Friday Night Gurus (Studio Killers)

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 dolphin's 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 You're from another world