Backfire at the Disco

It’s 8 o' clock, and I’m feeling fine
I’m out on a date tonight
In a candle-lit restaurant down by the riverside…
Everything’s going all right, I guess
She took down my number and home address
Everything was going perfectly, until…
It backfired at the disco
She slapped me at the disco
I did something I’ll never
Forget
Woo-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh, woo-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh
Woo-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh, woo-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh
Woo-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh, woo-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh
Woo-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh, woo-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh
It was a chat-up line built not to impress
More a sleazy remark on her whorish dress
My wires crossed like they’ve never done before…
Well, it’s 3 o' clock and I’m feeling shite
I’m going home alone tonight
Everything was going perfectly until…
It backfired at the disco
She slapped me at the disco
I did something I’ll never
Forget
It backfired at the disco
We were dancing at the disco
I made a move when it was well out of
Context
Woo-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh, woo-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh
Woo-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh, woo-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh
Woo-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh, woo-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh
Woo-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh, woo-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh
Well, it backfired at the disco
We were dancing at the disco
Yeah, it backfired at the disco
When you slapped me at the disco
Yeah, it backfired at the disco
We were dancing at the disco
Yeah, it backfired at the disco
When you slapped me at the disco