Discotheque Wreck

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