Backfire At the Disco

It's eight 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 three 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 (One, two, three, four) 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