Disco 1995 Good Times

Mid nineties disco was hot,

boom dahdi boom, dahdi boom, boom, boom.

Deep House,

doompa, dar doom, dar doom, doom, doom.

The sun shone down

and the sky was blue

doompa, dar doom, doom, doom, doom, doom

As we left the club

our eyes we'd rub.

Fuck me!

I cannot see.

We'd stumble and fall

I remember it all.

Monday morning

sunglasses and yawning

Stretching our threads

and scratching our heads

the world spun around us

with fairy dust and lust.

Then the 9 to 5 peak, 

would come into view, eek!

Monday morning spew

sometimes, it is better for you

And then we'd laugh

and point and gnaff

and thank the universe again

that we weren't one of them.

We were invisible

our dancing treats made us invincible

freaks at the freak show

having just been let out.

They looked at us

as if we were going to hell,

Ah, I remember it well,

we thought they were unwell.

Doomp, doomp, doomp, doomp, doomp,

still thumping in our brains

and we had enough in our veins,

to remain under the witches’ call.

We'd tumble into a taxi,

the suits were our patsy,

laughing and pointing again

we had no shame.

Sunglasses on.