Disco Boy

Disco boy

Run to the toilet, honey, comb your hair

Disco boy

Pucker your lip and check your shoulders

'Cause some dandruff might be hiding there

Disco boy, you're the disco king

Ah, 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

Disco boy

Run to the toilet, boy, 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

Till the disco girl who's really right

Gonna fall for your line

And feed you a box full of chicken delight

Disco chit-chat, so demure

Pump that booty all across the floor

A disco drink, a disco wink

You never go doody, that's what you think

You never go doody, that's what you think

You never go doody, that's what you think

Doody

Ah, go doody

Doody

You never go doody

Doody

You never go doody

Doody

You never go doody

Doody

You never go doody

Ah, rooty-tooty

Go doody

Doody

Ah, rooty-tooty

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 lay tomorrow

Disco boy, no one understands

But thank the Lord that you still got hands

To help you do that jerking that'll blot out your disco sorrow

It's disco love tonight

Make sure you look all right

It's disco love tonight

Make sure you look all right