Okay one, two, three, two, two 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 in 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 a 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 eighty-eight spray painted black With fake leather seats from Warren's 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 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 twinch 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 B.B.C Radio One Though the wind may whisper and epic sometimes The cast must include Karen Black Though the symphony strings shift with the sands You sing like a siren to me You sing like a siren to me You sing like a siren to me