Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Disco Down, artist - The Flying Pickets. Album song Lost Boys, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1986
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Disco Down |
We’re sharp as the suits |
The boys wear |
We’re as high as heels |
On the palais stairs |
Going out… tonight |
Dressed to kill |
And making like we’ve got money |
And hoping not to pay the bill (bill |
better boogie before the bill comes) |
Well you can disco down almost any night |
But it’s a hard life…(Take it easy) and it cuts you like a knife |
You can disco down until the cows come home |
But the louder the sound… |
The more you feel alone (Wide boys running gypsy |
free (we're just) living out a lifetime or a fantasy) |
Well we’re — easy prey for the bouncer boys |
All our sweet sweet nothings got lost in the noise |
We’ve got a date, a date to make, a working day to forget |
Another drink and just a one more cigarette |
(Gimme) That’s the funny one and don’t forget me |
Well you can disco down almost any night |
But it’s a hard life…(Take it easy) and it cuts you like a knife |
You can disco down until the cows come home |
But the louder the sound (dada dadada da) |
The more you feel alone |
Takes time just a checking out the scene |
Nothing like your Bogart in some glossy magazine |
Ships in the night on a little cruise around the floor |
Is this what it’s all about there must be more |
Well the bass drum’s heavy |
And the brass goes root toot toot |
Everybody’s cool about the pool they shoot |
We’re all (like/night) roses, so forlorn |
Everybody’s ripped with their pass outs torn |
We were chasing the land light |
In our real life dreams |
We make do with a mirrorball |
And the same old scenes |
But it was good, yes it was good |
We even thought it could last |
And if you can do it, really do it |
You gotta do it, do it now and do it fast |
Well you can disco down almost any night |
But it’s a hard life…(Take it easy) and it cuts you like a knife |
You can disco down until the cows come home |
But the louder the sound |
The more you feel alone |