Neon dogtags in the dark
Gathering under oak in tiny little clusters in the distance
Stumble through the smoke and sizzling Sprite in styrofoam
To a DJ with a bible of CD-R's
Young love in sweaty hands and glitter belts and cheap makeup
Painted by the rented pulse machines
Primary school disco
She's got a song in mind
She's got a guy she likes, he's in Year 5
They know he feels that way
He's double dared to say it to her face
You know he hasn't got the guts at this age
Primary school disco
Smiles of supervisors as the lights scatter their signals
on the cheap store decorations in the hall
That boarding school kid who no-one really talks to was dragged along,
now he's asleep against the wall
Primary school disco