Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb hair. boy! Pucker your lip, and check your shoulders, 'cause some might be hiding there.
Disco boy, your the king, aw the disco thing made you someday that you might go somewhere.
Disco girl, you're outa sight, you a disco boy, to you right. do a little dance, take you home tonight. Leave his alone, but you can kiss his comb.
Disco boy! Run to and comb your hair. Disco boy! Shake it more three times and you're playing with @!#%! while you're there.
Disco boy, do the bump every night, the disco girl who's right, gonna fall for your line, and feed you a box full of delight.
chit-chat so demure, pump booty all across the floor. A disco drink, a wink, you go duty that's what you think. You go duty that's what you think. You never go duty 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 chance, to comb your 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.
boy, no one understands, but thank the lord that you still got hands, to you do that jerkin' that'll blot out your sorrow.
It's disco love tonight. sure you look alright. It's disco love tonight. sure you look alright.