I might never be liked
I might never be loved
I look out of fashion in the techno clubs
In an empty apartment
Who greets me when I'm home?
A record player and a pair of headphones
Oh, money and fame
I think you're overrated
And I've got a chance to make it
So I ask, hey, what is the point
When all I do is cry?
On one thing I rely
I've got music
So I've got love
I've got music
I'm disco dancing in the heavens above
Can I get no respect in this rock and roll world?
Sometimes it feels like it's all crumbling down
When I'm at my last dime
When you're telling me goodbye
I turn on the radio
I've got music
So I've got love
I've got music
I'm disco dancing in the heavens above
Oh, father, I've sinned
Too lazy I've been
I want to run from it all and go traveling
In the railway stations I can sing
I've got music
So I've got love
I've got music
I'm disco dancing in the heavens above