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