rock 'n' roll An' I hope they never stop 'Coz I'm a redneck Rock 'n' roll son of the south I don't like no new wave disco bands around I'm gonna drink
'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them You know my bip-bopping days are over I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor
arrives Disco dancers greet him Plainclothes cops greet him Small town, big man Fresh lipstick glistening Sophomore jive From victims of typewriters The band
's go I got a special guest for y'all He go by the name of Drag Dash, get 'em man Guess who's back in your buildin? ya big pimpin Your big disc got
grateful when the rest of them are dead I feel like I'm on pins and needles How many bands can rip off the Beatles? And every day there is another Band
Watch the band blow play a few hot Licks Gonna rock and roll till it's time to split We'll there's pogo, limbo, disco, freeflo Sometimes I go anywhere
I hitched my apple wagon to your star We never ever made it down to Nashville in the end And no one ever signed our stupid country disco band However
're doomed to fail And if you didn't know you better read the tale 'Cause I give mail every time I play And I can take it up town J. Disco's way And
I'll be your promotional copy In this here number one band Take your business Beyond your furthest dreams sounds Sounds great sounds really grand but
Bangin' on the desk makin' beats worth a million Still in the groove with all the beats I remember Lock in my brain from january to december I don't need a band
band for the night From Fussels, Newport's health-sports store This is the stuff I used to do before Draw Paul Hardcastle, n-n-nineteen Was always played on the roller disco
yourself inspired You're invited, whoa To San Disco Reggaefornia, whoa You come alive in, whoa And leave your troubles at the door You know when our time band
tree Haven't seen your family tree in quite a while Too many sandwiches and wine Sherry stains down your best man's tie, what a speech The band arrives
weed and be down with those inside jokes. (haha) Bubble(?) of mischief, let's take you to the disco, There's talk of the demo, but still no disc, though
, girls wanna get hype From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped When I kill, that ol' mad rugged flow Not sayin Ason, is like a duck of disco Or a disco
She's sick of all the popular bands Wants something not quite so bland No more new kids on the block She loves to hear that disco punk rock Her favourite band
flash sugar cane alley cats Lo in parade With the black spades Courvoisier spillin' on the rocks Intoxicating the satin dogs with his private bands
band play We sing and dance through the night every Friday No dinero, left for the weekend No dinero, on Saturday mornin' We spent it all Friday night at the disco