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