At The Indie Disco

We go down to the indie disco every Thursday night
Dance to our favourite indie hits until the morning light

At the indie disco
The indie disco
At the indie disco, yeah

We’ve got a table in the corner that is always ours
Under the poster of Morrissey with a bunch of flowers

We drink and talk about stupid stuff
Then hit the floor for Tainted Love
You know I just can’t get enough

At the indie disco
The indie disco
At the indie disco, yeah

Give us some Pixies and some Roses and some Valentines (and we're in heaven)
Give us some Blur, and some Cure, and some Wannadies (we'll dance forever)
And now we’re moving to the beat
And staring at each other’s feet
I wonder if she fancies me

At the indie disco
The indie disco
At the indie disco, yeah

And when it’s over and I’m freezing on the night bus home
I think of her and I sing the words to my favourite song
She makes my heart beat the same way
As at the start of Blue Monday
Always the last song that they play

At the indie disco
The indie disco
At the indie disco, yeah yeah yeah...
At the indie disco
The indie disco
At the indie disco, yeah