@migu music@

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