Discotheque Wreck - Terrorvision

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