Can't Dance To Disco

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 sucks 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 whore, 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 suit 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!