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