Disco boy! Run to toilet and your hair. Disco boy! Pucker your lip, and your shoulders, 'cause some might be hiding there.
Disco boy, the disco king, aw the thing made you think someday that you just go somewhere.
Disco girl, you're outa sight, you a boy, to treat you right. He'll do a dance, take 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 three times and you're playing with @!#%! you're standing there.
Disco boy, do the bump every night, the disco girl who's really right, gonna for your line, and you a box full of chicken delight.
chit-chat so demure, pump that 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 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.
boy! You got one more chance, to comb your hair again. Disco boy! They're closing the bar, and leaving with 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 the lord that you still got hands, to help you do that that'll blot out disco sorrow.
It's disco love tonight. Make you look alright. It's disco love tonight. Make sure you alright.