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 I'm a moving I'm a grooving And I'm a smooching And he's a discotheque wreck, yeah *Love, maya*