Goth in the Disco

Oh there's a Goth in the disco Yeah there's a Goth in the disco Oh there's a Goth in the disco Yeah there's a Goth in the disco Pale face, black vest Steady watching, she's got a cure for this emptiness Melting vinyl, burning hair, suicidal, in the disco yeah She hates all the music can't stand the lights But there's nothing else to do on a Saturday night And she doesn't like the people can't stand to dance So they're all going home in an ambulance (woop, woop) (All going) (Can't stand Saturday night) (Can't stand disco) (All going) (Can't stand Saturday night) (Can't stand disco) Empty bottle, dirty rag Can of petrol she's got a cocktail for these fucking slags Melting vinyl, burning hair, suicidal, in the disco yeah She hates all the music can't stand the lights But there's nothing else to do on a Saturday night And she doesn't like the people can't stand to dance So they're all going home in an ambulance (woop, woop) Oh there's a Goth in the disco Yeah there's a Goth in the disco Oh there's a Goth in the disco Yeah there's a Goth in the disco (All going) (Can't stand Saturday night) (Can't stand disco) (All going) (Can't stand Saturday night) (Can't stand disco) She hates all the music can't stand the lights But there's nothing else to do on a Saturday night And she doesn't like the people can't stand to dance So they're all going home in an ambulance (woop, woop) (All going) (Can't stand Saturday night) (Can't stand disco) (All going) (Can't stand Saturday night) (Can't stand disco) (Can't stand disco)