TestoDo You Think I'm Disco?

Steve Dahl & Teenage Radiation

Ultima modifica il: 25 luglio 2017
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What′s happening, baby 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 costs A hundred dollars to join And we're supposed to dance Don′t you like my White three piece suit My gold coke spoon Gold razor blade and Gold Italian snaggletooth, you know Come on, please dance with me I wear tight pants I always stuff a sock in It always makes the ladies Start to talking My shirt is open I never use the buttons Though I look hip I work for E.F.Hutton Do you think I'm disco Cause I spend so much time Blow drying out my hair Do you think I'm disco Cause I know the dance steps Learned em all at Fred Astaire Look, I know You don′t wanna 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 Eighty-seven 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, listen Let′s 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 280z No, wait, where are you going Let me have your phone number Hey, 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 Looking hip′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 three piece suit At a garage sale last weekend Made twenty-five dollars Got rid of my 280z 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

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