brian setzer
radiation ranch
You got me jumpin' like a cat strung up on a wire; Waiting for the sandman to put me to sleep. I got a no-show; take it slow, waiting for the whistle blow. Nowhere job on a dead end street. You ain't got a minute when the siren sounds; Gotta get movin' to the underground. But I gotta woman, gonna love me through the night, Slippin' and slidin', and holding me tight.  Well, here it comes again, another Saturday night. Pour another drink - I hope I make it home alright. Oh boy, oh boy, gotta keep headin' for the state line. Makin' time; gotta meet a friend of mine. My old Ford runs fine I gotta say. Got a new set of plugs; I wish the rain would go away. A hundred U.F.O.'s by the Holiday Inn. I should really go to sleep but, baby, here I go again.  Well, take me the hotel; no one's there, oh well. Whatever happened to news on the radio? Every little place in this little town Looks like a bomb just leveled to the ground. Drivin' through Jersey, headed for D.C.; Look at all the boarded up factories. All the kings men have a summerhouse in France, But you and me live on the radiation ranch.