Crying at the Discotheque

Downtown's been caught by the hysteria

The people scream and shout

A generation's on the move

When disco spreads like a bacteria

The lonely days are out

Behold the passion of the groove

The golden years, the silver tears

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 pumping clear and loud

And the way you move is our criteria

Let the DJ take you high

And tears of joy baptize the crowd

The golden years, the silver tears

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

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

The golden years, the silver tears

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

The discotheque, the discotheque

Crying at the discotheque

Oh, crying at the discotheque

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa