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D-I-S-C-O
Disco, has a beat for your feet,
Disco, it repeats and repeats,
Disco, not much to understand,
It keep pounding, pounding, pounding!
Disco, not much melody,
Disco, not much harmony,
Disco, not much subtlety,
It keeps pounding, pounding, pounding!
D-I-S-C-O can’t hear a thing at the D-I-S-C-O
(Spoken) Guess who I saw?
John Travolta was there in his white polywear,
If he’s lucky his pants won’t tear!
(Boys Shout) DON’T GO THERE!
D-I-S-C-O my mother warned me ‘bout D-I-S-C-O
(Spoken) Why did I go?
It’s hard to find your groove when there’s no room to move,
Tell me, what arer you tryin’ to prove?
(Girls Shout) Better forget about it!
D-I-S-C-O!