It's Friday night and we're heading for the drive-in You were mad at something you thought I said Thought a night out with you and me and B.C. Would make everything all right I thought you might like an Evil Dead marathon Watching Ash wreckin' shop with his chainsaw But you were gone before he made it to the work shed And now I'm standing here alone
So I chased you down, turned you around Looked deep into your eyes, didn't make a sound I pulled you close, I wouldn't let go And said "Gimme some sugar, baby" Just like Bruce Campbell did
I'll play the hero like in Alien Apocalypse Play it cool like the King in Bubba Ho-Tep I'll be anyone, or anyway, or anything to make everything all right We'll drive Herbie like lovable losers Tame the Wild West like Brisco County Jr. Or be a modern-day Hercules and Xena So tell me everything's all right
So I chased you down, turned you around Looked deep into your eyes, didn't make a sound I pulled you close, I wouldn't let go And say "Hail to the King, baby" Just like Bruce Campbell did