Verse 1

Rise and shine, Monday night’s no time to be a bore, don’t whine 

Easy son, these guns are just decor — we are the disco corps 

We’re tightly regulated in the name of fun 

The beat so rarely varies so we dance as one

How could something so groovy ever be a sin?

Oh don’t you dare throw those gold sequins in the bin —

We’ll make you wear a pin 

Chorus 1

Take your place in!

The inevitable march of disco  

Just show your face in!

The inevitable march of disco 

Verse 2

Hold the line, there’s room on the dance floor for all those inclined

Don’t mind us, we’re just manning the door — we’re with the disco corp 

We’ve had reports that you’ve been lacking in some pep

Don’t worry son, we’ve got the cure, you know the steps

It seems your hair is getting just a touch too long

A tidy mullet will go better with this song — you’ve known it all along