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