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*