Disco boy! Run to and comb your hair. boy! Pucker your lip, and check your shoulders, 'cause dandruff might be hiding there.
boy, your the disco king, aw the disco thing made you think that you just go somewhere.
Disco girl, you're 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 and comb your hair. Disco boy! Shake it more three times and you're playing with @!#%! while you're there.
Disco boy, do the every night, 'til the disco girl who's right, gonna fall for your line, and feed you a box full of delight.
Disco so demure, that booty all across the floor. A disco drink, a wink, you go duty that's what you think. You never go duty what you think. You never go duty 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 more chance, to comb hair again. boy! They're closing 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 the lord that you got hands, to help you do that jerkin' that'll blot out disco sorrow.
It's love tonight. Make sure you look alright. It's love tonight. Make sure you look alright.