Song Lyrics

"This Disco Transatlantic Remix"

by Steve Taylor
Album: The Best We Could Find [ 3 That Never Escaped]

Sunday needs a pick-me-up'
Here's your chance,
Do you get tired of the same old square dance'
Allemande right now, all join hands, do-si-do to the promised boogie-land,
You got no need for altar calls,
Sold the altar for the mirror balls,
Do you shuffle' Do you twist'
'Cause with a hot hits play-list, now we say...

This disco used to be a cute cathedral,
Where the chosen cha-cha every day of the year,
This disco used to be a cute cathedral,
Where we only play the stuff you're wanting to hear.

Mickey does the two-step: one, two, swing,
All the little church mice doing their thing,
Bopping in the belltower, rumba to the right,
Knock, knock, who's there'
Get me outta this limelight,
So, you want to defect'
Officer, what did you expect'
Got no rhythm, got no dough,
He said, "Listen, Bozo, don't you know..."

This disco used to be a cute cathedral,
Where the chosen cha-cha every day of the week,
This disco used to be a cute cathedral,
But we got no room if you ain't gonna be chic,
Out, out, out, out.

Sell your holy habitat: that ship's been deserted by singing rats,
The exclusive place to go is where the pious pogo,
Don't you know...

This disco used to be a cute cathedral,
Where the chosen cha-cha every day of the year,
This disco used to be a cute cathedral,
Where we only play the stuff you're wanting to hear,
This disco used to be a cute cathedral,
Where the chosen cha-cha every day of the week,
This disco used to be a cute cathedral,
But we got no room if you ain't gonna be chic,
Out you go.

(ad lib, fade)


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