Nineteen seventy-nine, and waiting-
Life had largely passed me by
Finally I started dating
My last year of senior high

I, an antisocial creature
Rarely came out of my pen;
Took a date to see a feature
Film, down at the old drive-in

Like to say we steamed the windshield
But instead we had a fight
Out there in the cars in that field
On a muggy April night

Only time I ever “Drove-In”
It was no fun in the end
Drive-Ins died before I dove in
But they could come back again

What’s “high tech” is always fleeting
What’s on the up or downswing:
But I guess it bears repeating
Drive-Ins, once, were quite the thing