Debede

I walked down to the disco

On that Saturday night

You know, you really looked good

You know, I felt all right

We walked down to that disco

On that Saturday night

You know, I really look good

You know, I felt all right

Disco, baby, disco

When you're dying in your bed

Disco, baby, disco

When you're crying in your head

Disco, baby, disco

You don't know rock-n-roll

Disco, baby, disco

Is gonna satisfy your soul, yeah

Well, I don't know

But I've been told

The streets of heaven

Are lined with gold

I don't know

But I've been told

The streets of heaven

Are lined with gold

Wonder if it can get much worse

If the Russians get up there first

Hey? Ha-ha-ha

Disco, baby, disco

Do it when you're down

Disco, baby, disco

Do it upside down

Disco, baby, disco

Writhing in your bed

Disco, baby, disco

You're dancing on your head, yeah

Say!

Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo, choo-choo

Cucurucho!

Disco

Check!