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Frank Zappa |
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Miscellaneous |
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Disco Boy |
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Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair. |
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Disco boy! Pucker your lip, and check your shoulders, |
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'cause some dandruff might be hiding there. |
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Disco boy, your the disco king, aw the |
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disco thing made you think someday that you |
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just might go somewhere. |
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Disco girl, you're outa sight, you need a |
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disco boy, to treat you right. |
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He'll do a little dance, take you home tonight. |
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Leave his hair alone, but you can kiss his comb. |
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Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair. |
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Disco boy! Shake it more than three times and you're |
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playing with @!#%! while you're standing there. |
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Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco girl |
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who's really right, gonna fall for your line, |
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and feed you a box full of chicken delight. |
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Disco chit-chat so demure, |
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pump that booty all across the floor. |
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A disco drink, a disco wink, |
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you never go duty that's what you think. |
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You never go duty that's what you think. |
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You never go duty that's what you think. |
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Duty. Go duty! |
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Duty. Go duty! |
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Duty. You never go duty. |
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Duty. You never go duty. |
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Duty. You never go duty. |
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Duty. You never go duty. |
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You never duty. Go duty. |
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Duty. You never duty. |
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Disco boy! You got one more chance, to comb your hair again. |
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Disco boy! They're closing the bar, and she's |
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leaving with your friend. |
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Disco boy, that's the way it goes, so wipe your nose, and |
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try it again, to get a little lay tomorrow. |
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Disco boy, no one understands, but thank the lord that you |
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still got hands, to help you do that jerkin' that'll |
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blot out your disco sorrow. |
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It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright. |
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It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright. |
