Backfire At the Disco

It's 8 o'clock and I'm feeling fine

I'm out on a date tonight

In a candlelit restaurant, down by the riverside

Everything's going all right, I guess

She took down my number and home address

Everything was going perfectly until

It backfired at the disco

She slapped me at the disco

I did something I'll never forget

It was a chat up line built not to impress

More a sleazy remark on her whorish dress

My wires crossed like they've never done before

Well it's 3 o'clock and I'm feeling shite

I'm going home alone tonight

Everything was going perfectly until

It backfired at the disco

She slapped me at the disco

I did something I'll never forget

It backfired at the disco

We were dancing at the disco

I made a move when it was well out of context

Well it backfired at the disco

We were dancing at the disco

Yeah, it backfired at the disco

When you slapped me at the disco

Yeah, it backfired at the disco

We were dancing at the disco

Yeah, it backfired at the disco

When you slapped me at the disco