Can't Dance to Disco - Feeder

I can’t dress so I can’t dance to disco

I can’t move and I hate the way my feet go

I can’t dress but she thinks I’m on the clothes show

Why can’t she see?

It’s so sad, she always sees the good side

Life sucks when you’re lying on the inside

She’s so sweet she covers me with honey

Why can’t she see?

Disco!

I can’t dance to disco

Disco!

White suits and gigolos

I’m a whore, paranoid and schizo

Hit the floor, chewing on the lino

I’m a mess, throw me like a yo-yo

Why can’t you see?

Disco!

I can’t dance to disco

Disco!

White suits and gigolos

Disco!

I can’t dance to disco

Disco!

White suit and gigolos

Oh I hate those disco kings

Silk shirts and signet rings

Oh I hate those greasy kings

Cuban heels and rubber skins

Disco!

I can’t dance to disco

Disco!

White suits and gigolos

Disco!

I can’t dance to disco

Disco!

White suits and gigolos

Disco!

I can’t dance to disco!

Disco!

I can’t live for disco!

Disco!

I can’t dance to disco!