Disco Boy

Disco boy Run to toilet and comb your hair Disco boy Pucker your lips, and check your shoulders 'Cause some dandruff might be hiding there Disco boy, your the disco king Aw the disco thing made you think someday That you just might go somewhere Disco girl, you're outta sight You need a disco boy to treat you right He'll do a little dance, take you home tonight Leave his hair alone, but you can kiss his comb (and play doctor) Disco boy Run to toilet and comb your hair Disco boy Shake it more than three times And you're playing with it while you're standing there Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco girl Who's really right, gonna fall for your line And feed you a box full of chicken delight (oh hit it up now) Disco chit-chat so demure Pump that booty all across the floor A disco drink, a disco wink You never go duty that's what you think You never go duty that's what you think You never go duty that's what you think Duty Go duty Duty Go duty (Oh so rock) Disco boy You got one more chance, to comb your hair again Disco boy They're closing the bar, and she's leaving with your friend Disco boy, that's the way it goes, so wipe your nose And try it again, to get a little pussy tomorrow Disco boy, no one understands But thank the Lord that you still got hands, to help you do that jerkin' That'll blot out your disco sorrow (jerkin') It's disco love tonight Make sure you look alright It's disco love tonight Make sure you look alright Looking alright tonight is Patrick O'Hearn on bass Tommy Mars on keyboards Adrian Belew on guitar Little, skinny Terry Bozzio on drums Peter Wolf on keyboards Ed Mann on percussion