Dr. Bernice

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Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice

She's not a lady doctor at all

She's got hands like a man

With hair on the back

She'll crush you with her embrace

Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes

We all need a kind place to live

Though the wind may whisper and howl at your door

We all need the comfort of friends

Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice

That ain't a real Cadillac

It's a Delta 88 spray painted black

With fake leather seats from Juarez

Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes

On a hot desert night it is still

Though the world may whisper and howl at your door

You're not obliged to let them all in

Okay Johnny

Baby don't you drive ride in that faux Cadillac

If you must please ride in the back

If you sing while you ride you'll be a siren tonight

Spare this poor sailor's life from the rocks

Though the wind may whisper a melody now

We can't find a tune of our own

Though the world may whisper and blow in your face

And tangle the hair on your head

On a hot desert night we can drive down the road

And the stars will spell out your name

On a hot desert night with the windows down wide

The sirens will sing me their song

And the ghosts of the sailors who died on the rocks

Feel not a twitch of regret

Though the wind may tangle the hair on your head

You sing like a siren to me

On a hot desert night, the caravan stops

At the oasis next to your heart

The soundtrack is played by some aged British queen

On BBC Radio One

Though the wind my whisper and epic sometimes

The cast must include Karen Black

Though the symphony strings shifts with the sand

You sing like a siren to me

You sing like a siren to me

You sing like a siren to me