He's in the bar he's in your hair With his sports keyring jangling he's everywhere He's in your view he's in your face Straight out of the seventies to straight out of place His collars turned up high he's on top of the world Sliding down the bar he's always falling falling With his one good eye he winks at what he thinks is girls Opens toothless grin and then he's crawling crawling
And I'm a moving I'm a grooving And I'm a smooching and he's a discotheque wreck yeah
He's in your sight he's in your pocket He's a superfly guy without a superfly rocket Every night he's on your case A terrible reality of disco race
His collars turned up high he's on top of the world Sliding down the bar he's always falling falling With his one good eye he winks at what he thinks is girls Opens toothless grin and then he's crawling crawling
And I'm a moving I'm a grooving And I'm a smooching and he's a discotheque wreck yeah
I can mashed potato I can do the twist Tell me baby Do you like it like this
When I'm a moving I'm a grooving And I'm a smooching and he's a discotheque wreck yeah
I'm a moving I'm a grooving And I'm a smooching and he's a discotheque wreck
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