(What's happening, baby, and how the heck are you? My name is Tony. Would you care to dance? No? Hey, calm down, let me get you another pina colada! I mean, what did we join this exclusive disco club for anyway, you know? I mean, it cost a hundred dollars to join and we're supposed to dance! Don't you like my white 3-piece suit, my gold c**e spoon, gold razor blade, and gold Italian snaggle tooth, you know?)
I wear tight pants, I always stuff a sock in
It always makes the ladies start to talkin'
My shirt is open, I never use the b***ons
So I look hip, I work for E.F. Hutton
Do you think I'm disco
'Cause I spend so much time
Blow dryin' out my hair
Do you think I'm disco
'Cause I know the dance steps
Learned them all at Fred Astaire
(Look, I know, you don't want to dance 'cause like, there's a lot of creeps in here always hitting up on you. Let me tell you something, I'm not a creep! I mean, look at the way I am dressed, sweetheart! Look at my hair, it's perfect! I saw Saturday Night Fever 87 times! Please dance with me!)
Some people call me scum
'Cause I don't have a realistic set of values
And you know what
I'm beginning to maybe think they're right
(Hey, where are you going? Wait a second, honey! Let's just skip the dancing, come back here, and let's just go to my place! Do I live on the beach? No, I live in my car, I have a 280-Z! No, wait, where are you going? Let me have your phone number! Wait, come back! What do you mean, you don't have a phone? Let me have your address, I'll stop by and visit you! What do you mean you don't live anywhere?)
I like to dance with girls in sleazy dresses
Lipstick, nail charms, and makeup in excesses
Buy them a drink and try and get their number
Usually they are as cold as a cucumber
Do you think I'm disco
Am I superficial
Lookin' it's my only goal
Do you think I'm disco
Maybe it's not too late
To get into rock and roll
(ROCK AND ROLL!)
(I'll tell you something! I have never been happier, now that I'm into this rock and roll thing! I sold my white 3-piece suit at a garage sale last weekend; made $25.00! Got rid of my 280-Z; picked myself up a beat-up old '69 Dart! Melted down all my gold jewelry into a Led Zeppelin belt buckle! I mean, things are happening! Boy, it's so easy to be led astray by all those pictures of Margaret Trudeau in People Magazine, making you think you're supposed to get into disco! I was a teenage disco duck! Oh! I've been saved! Hallelujah! Oh!
Long live Rock and Roll!)
I wear tight pants, I always stuff a sock in
It always makes the ladies start to talkin'
My shirt is open, I never use the b***ons
So I look hip, I work for E.F. Hutton
Do you think I'm disco
'Cause I spend so much time
Blow dryin' out my hair
Do you think I'm disco
'Cause I know the dance steps
Learned them all at Fred Astaire
(Look, I know, you don't want to dance 'cause like, there's a lot of creeps in here always hitting up on you. Let me tell you something, I'm not a creep! I mean, look at the way I am dressed, sweetheart! Look at my hair, it's perfect! I saw Saturday Night Fever 87 times! Please dance with me!)
Some people call me scum
'Cause I don't have a realistic set of values
And you know what
I'm beginning to maybe think they're right
(Hey, where are you going? Wait a second, honey! Let's just skip the dancing, come back here, and let's just go to my place! Do I live on the beach? No, I live in my car, I have a 280-Z! No, wait, where are you going? Let me have your phone number! Wait, come back! What do you mean, you don't have a phone? Let me have your address, I'll stop by and visit you! What do you mean you don't live anywhere?)
I like to dance with girls in sleazy dresses
Lipstick, nail charms, and makeup in excesses
Buy them a drink and try and get their number
Usually they are as cold as a cucumber
Do you think I'm disco
Am I superficial
Lookin' it's my only goal
Do you think I'm disco
Maybe it's not too late
To get into rock and roll
(ROCK AND ROLL!)
(I'll tell you something! I have never been happier, now that I'm into this rock and roll thing! I sold my white 3-piece suit at a garage sale last weekend; made $25.00! Got rid of my 280-Z; picked myself up a beat-up old '69 Dart! Melted down all my gold jewelry into a Led Zeppelin belt buckle! I mean, things are happening! Boy, it's so easy to be led astray by all those pictures of Margaret Trudeau in People Magazine, making you think you're supposed to get into disco! I was a teenage disco duck! Oh! I've been saved! Hallelujah! Oh!
Long live Rock and Roll!)