Disco is Dead

Been thinkin' bout the days how they seem slow
Thinking bout asking you to meet me at the disco

They say they love it when I dance, but I never believe them

Been thinkin' how the days got me this low
Thinking bout hoping you would see me at the disco

And the papers said disco's dead, but I never believe them

Been thinking how the days decrescendo
Thinking bout asking you to meet me at the disco

Maybe try one last dance, maybe this time I'll ask you

Doo do doo do doo doo do
Doo do doo do doo doo do
Lada da da da da
Lada da da da
Doo do doo do doo doo do
Doo do doo do doo doo do
Lada da da da da
Lada da da da
Doo do doo do doo doo do
Doo do doo do doo doo do
Lada da da da da
Lada da da da