At the club, dancin’ alone,
There is a man that no one knows
Wide lapels and leisure suit
Purple tie and platform shoes
How he dances to the beat!
Goldfish tanks under his feet
Has a disco ball tattoo, (baby)
Purple tie and platform shoes
But disco’s been through, since ’82...
Rhythmically moving, shaking his groove thing
He’s John Travolta in his mind
Doing a fan kick, in a perfect arc,
A decent trick at fifty-two
Ancient fashion, ancient hits,
Syncopated, pounding beats
Decades passed, but nothing’s new, (baby)
Purple tie and platform shoes
But disco’s been through, since ’82...
Combin’ his afro, disco inferno
Drawin’ a circle with his hand
Doing the bump (but with no partner there)
And other dances meant for two
(Doing the Hustle)
Babe, it looks gay
(Singing falsetto)
Babe, it sounds gay
Dancin’ to Bee Gees, Summer, and KC
Caught in a musical dead end
He hasn’t missed a single retro night
And now he wants to dance with you
Figure it can’t hurt being a big flirt,
So you decide to take him home
Humpin’ each other to a disco beat
Electric sexy boogaloo
Disco is not dead
