Tekst Utworu

Sometimes we're caught by the mysteria People scream and shout A generation's on the move When disco spreads like a bacteria The lonely days are out Welcome the passion of the groove The golden years, the 70's You wore a tie like Richard Gere I wanna get down, you spin me around I stand on the borderline Crying at the discotheque Crying at the discotheque I saw you crying I saw you crying at the discotheque I saw you crying I saw you crying at the discotheque Tonight's the night at Danceteria The joining of the tribe The speakers blasting clear and loud The way you dance is our material The DJ takes you high Let tears of joy baptise the crowd The golden years, the 70's You wore a tie like Richard Gere I wanna get down, you spin me around I stand on the borderline Crying at the discotheque Crying at the discotheque I saw you crying I saw you crying at the discotheque I saw you crying I saw you crying at the discotheque The passion of the groove Generation on the move Joining of the disco tribe Let the music take you high The golden years, the 70's You wore a tie like Richard Gere I wanna get down, you spin me around I stand on the borderline Crying at the discotheque Crying at the discotheque Crying at the discotheque Crying at the discotheque Crying at the discotheque Crying at the discotheque Crying at the discotheque
Writer(s): Anders Wilhelm Wollbeck, Alexander Bengt Magnus Bard, Bernard Edwards, Anders Erik Hansson, Nile Gregory Rodgers, Michael Dimitrios Goulos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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