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 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 street

Oh, what I would give to be in your company

Into the night with the sailors of the sleaze

All hands on deck, 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