Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Disco Inferno , by - Dread Zeppelin. Song from the album It's Not Unusual, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1991
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Disco Inferno |
| Burn, baby, burn |
| Burn, baby, burn |
| To my surprise, one hundred storeys high |
| People getting loose, y’all, they’re getting down on the roof |
| Folks are screaming out of control, it was so entertaining |
| When that boogie-woogie started to explode |
| I heard somebody say |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| Disco Inferno, burn that mother down |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| Disco Inferno, burn that mother down |
| Satisfaction came in a chain reaction |
| I couldn’t get enough, so I had to self-destruct |
| The heat was on and it was rising to the top |
| Everybody’s going strong that is when my spark got hot |
| I heard somebody say |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| Disco Inferno, burn that mother down |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| Disco Inferno, burn that mother down |
| Burn it on down |
| Satisfaction came in a chain reaction |
| I couldn’t get enough, so I had to self-destruct |
| The heat was on, it was rising to the top |
| Everybody’s going strong, that is when my spark got hot |
| I heard somebody say |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| Disco Inferno, burn that mother down |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| Disco Inferno, burn that mother down |
| Burn it on down |
| Burn, baby, baby, won’t you burn, burn |
| Burn, burn |
| And burn, baby let the good times roll with me |
| On a cold and gray Chicago morn |
| A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto |
| And if there’s one thing that you don’t need |
| It’s another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto |
| People, don’t you understand |
| That the child don’t need a helping hand in the ghetto |
| And a hungry little boy with a runny nose |
| Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto |
| So he starts to roam the streets at night |
| And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto |
| And then he buys a gun and he steals a car |
| And he drives away but he don’t get far in the ghetto |
| As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man |
| Face down on the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto |
| And his momma cries |
| Oh, baby, baby, burn that disco down |
| You’re gonna burn, you’re gonna burn |
| You’re gonna burn, burn, burn burn |
| Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| Disco Inferno, burn that mother down |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| Disco Inferno, burn that mother down |
| (Burn baby burn) |
| Disco Inferno, burn that mother down |
| (Burn baby burn) |
| Disco Inferno, burn that mother down |
| Burn it down |
| Let the good times roll |
| Get us loose as a goose |
| Up above my head, I hear music in the air |