The disco folks all dressed up
Like they's fit to kill
I walk on in 'n' see 'em there
Gonna give them all a thrill

 

When they see me comin'
They all steps aside
They has a fit while I commit
My social suicide

 

I'm a dancin' fool
I'm a Dancin' fool
The beat goes on
And I'm so wrong
The beat goes on
And I'm so wrong

 

The beat goes on and I'm so wrong,
The beat goes on and I'm so wrong,
The beat goes on and I'm so wrong,
The beat goes on and I'm so wrong!
I may be totally wrong but I'm a,
Dancin Fool
I may be totally wrong but I'm a,
Dancin' Fool

 

Youwsa, youwsa, youwsa
I got it all together now
With my very own disco clothes, hey!
My shirt's half open, t'show you my chains
'N' the spoon for up my nose

 

(sssh, doing this from memory. . . for once)

I am really something
That's what they'd probably say.
So smoke your little smoke
Drink you little drink
while I dance the night away
I'm a. . .

 

Dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool,

I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
FOOL-uh!

 

Hey, darlin'... can I buyya a drink?
Lookin' for Mister Goodbar?
Here he is... Wait a minute...
I've got it... you're an Italian! Hah?
Yer Jewish?
Love your nails ... you must be a Libra... Your place or mine?

 

Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

 

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.