Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb hair. Disco boy! Pucker lip, and check your shoulders, 'cause dandruff might be hiding there.
Disco boy, the disco king, aw the disco thing made you someday that you just go somewhere.
Disco girl, you're outa sight, you a disco boy, to you right. He'll do a little dance, you home tonight. Leave his hair alone, but you can his comb.
boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair. Disco boy! Shake it more than times and you're playing with @!#%! while standing there.
Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco who's really right, fall for your line, and feed you a box of chicken delight.
Disco so demure, pump that 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 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 more chance, to comb hair again. Disco boy! closing 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 still got hands, to help you do that that'll blot out your sorrow.
It's disco tonight. Make sure you look alright. It's disco love tonight. Make sure you alright.