Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb hair. Disco boy! Pucker your lip, and check shoulders, 'cause dandruff 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 disco boy, to you right. He'll do a little dance, take you tonight. Leave his alone, but you can kiss his comb.
Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb hair. Disco boy! Shake it more than three and you're playing with @!#%! while you're there.
Disco boy, do the bump night, 'til the disco girl who's really right, fall for your line, and you a box full of chicken delight.
Disco so demure, pump booty all across the floor. A drink, a disco wink, you go duty that's what you think. You never go duty that's you think. You never go that's 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 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 thank the that you still got hands, to help you do that jerkin' blot out disco sorrow.
It's disco tonight. Make sure you look alright. It's disco tonight. Make sure you look alright.