This one's called "Friday Night I Want To Go To The Disco, But My Friends Tell Me That It's Wrong".
Friday night I want to go to the disco
Friday night I want to go to the disco
My friends all tell me, they tell me that it's wrong
Disco started in New York and 'Frisco
Now it's big and with all the "sophiscos"
Don't need no Newsweek telling me what goes on
Friday night I want to go to the disco
My friends all tell me, tell me that it's wrong
I want to dance and make romance
To get the girl in holly pants
I see a mirror and I pick my stance
And I love my jeans because they're made in France
(guitar solo)
And my clothes: they make the man
Though I plan ? on one-night stand
A billion mirrors, a million chances
I'll avoid their anxious glances.
Disco started in New York and 'Frisco
Now it's big and with all the "sophiscos"
Friday night I want to go to the disco
Friday night I want to go to the disco
But all my friends, they tell me that it's wrong
Friday night I want to go to the disco
Friday night I want to go to the disco
Where's that dance(?)
Our lives romance
Thank you!
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