Disco boy! Run to and comb your hair. Disco boy! Pucker lip, and check your shoulders, 'cause some might be hiding there.
boy, your the disco king, aw the disco thing made you think someday you just go somewhere.
Disco girl, outa sight, you need a disco boy, to you right. He'll do a dance, take you home tonight. Leave his alone, but you can kiss his comb.
Disco boy! Run to toilet and your hair. Disco boy! Shake it more than three and you're playing @!#%! while you're standing there.
Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco who's really right, gonna for your line, and feed you a box of chicken delight.
Disco so demure, pump that booty all the floor. A drink, a disco wink, you never go that's what you think. You go duty that's what you think. You go duty 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 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 thank the that you still got hands, to help you do that jerkin' out your disco sorrow.
It's disco love tonight. sure you look alright. It's disco love tonight. Make sure you alright.