Disco boy! Run to and comb your hair. Disco boy! Pucker your lip, and your shoulders, 'cause some might be hiding there.
boy, your the disco king, aw the disco thing you think someday that you just go somewhere.
Disco girl, you're sight, you need a disco boy, to you right. He'll do a little dance, you home tonight. Leave his hair alone, but you can his comb.
Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb hair. boy! Shake it more than three times and you're playing with @!#%! you're standing there.
Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the girl who's really right, gonna for your line, and you a box full of chicken delight.
Disco so demure, pump booty all across the floor. A disco drink, a wink, you never go that's what you think. You never go duty that's you think. You go duty that's what you think.
Duty. Go duty! Duty. Go duty! Duty. You go duty. Duty. You go duty. Duty. You go duty. Duty. You go duty. You duty. Go duty. Duty. You duty.
Disco boy! You got one more chance, to comb hair again. Disco boy! They're the bar, and she's with your friend.
Disco boy, that's the way it goes, so your nose, and try it again, to get a lay tomorrow.
Disco boy, no one understands, but thank the that you got hands, to help you do that jerkin' that'll blot out disco sorrow.
It's disco love tonight. Make sure you alright. It's love tonight. Make sure you look alright.