I can't dress so I can't dance to disco I can't move and I hate the way my feet go I can't dress but she thinks I'm on the clothes show Why can't she see? It's so sad, she always sees the good side Life s**s when you're lying on the inside She's so sweet she covers me with honey Why can't she see? Disco! I can't dance to disco Disco! White suits and gigolos I'm a who*e, paranoid and schizo Hit the floor, chewing on the lino I'm a mess, throw me like a yo-yo Why can't you see? Disco! I can't dance to disco Disco! White suits and gigolos Disco! I can't dance to disco Disco! White suits and gigolos Oh I hate those disco kings Silk shirts and signet rings Oh I hate those greasy kings Cuban heels and rubber skins Disco! I can't dance to disco Disco! White suits and gigolos Disco! I can't dance to disco Disco! White suits and gigolos Disco! I can't dance to disco! Disco! I can't live for disco! Disco! I can't dance to disco!