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anytime man, anytime man, I don't know its your call ??

You might think we're stupid but we're way above it
We don't give a shit and the kids just love
so nasty can make you lose a nugget
If you want to, bring your bloozey
Watch out for this one, this here's a doozey

What you need Disco
We got it
not pop like Kylie Minogue
If it bang, them gettin' busy brothers probably involved
In the game, where everybody got a shottie to draw
I guess you
too
With the tallest member of the Goldie lookin' crew
Watch out, if he's there when you're pissed
He learnt his science from the man, Oliver Twist
about Kylie

From young I’ve been obsessed with the fame
Know you’re in lane ’cause your dreams were the same
Every day I pray, really wishing for
of the week
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
But we got no room if you ain't gonna be chic

Sell your holy habitats
This ship's been deserted by
-imagine the steps you took
Still blinded by your intellect

Walk me to the bridge
Walk me to the bridge

So long my faithful friends
I don't need this

Walk
to the bridge

So long my fatal friends
I don't mean this to end
I re-imagine the steps you took
Still blinded by your intellect

Walk me to the bridge
Walk me
of its willing slaves 

Funk pop a roll consumes you whole 
Gulping in your opium so copiously from a disco 
Everything you eat is waste 
But
of its willing slaves

Funk pop a roll consumes you whole
Gulping in your opium so copiously from a disco
Everything you eat is waste
But swallowing
rappers,
Are penned at the papes of no cred actors,
Those haters, no you don't phase us,
'cause you don't know shit so, you're on a need to know basis,
at the station
There's a couple of likely lads
Who swear like how's your father
And they're very cool for cats
They're cool for cats

To change the mood
lads
Who swear like how's your father
And they're very cool for cats
They're cool for cats

To change the mood a little
I've been posing down the pub
at the station
There's a couple of likely lads
Who swear like how's your father
And they're very cool for cats
They're cool for cats

To change the mood
to disclaim, yeah, yeah

Making discos of your castles
We are tearing up your plans
We won't be xeroxed for the future
Filed by bureaucratic man, hot damn

You
dangerous curves
I'ma have you wet and needy by the end of the verse

You're the first number one top pick of them all
Bring your girl for Bash, you can
Words by Rebecca St. James & Bill Deaton
Music by Blair Masters

You can have the money, wheel it, deel it, win it all
You can have a lot of fashion,
Dizzy on the thrill ride
Heating up the west side
You're so outtaline
I need air water daylight

he kisses like a thrill ride
Winning by a landslide
this war...

Take notes: real gangstas wear trench coats
Grey suits, black ties and they seek votes
And you're not to be misled
They'll kill you in your
the victim then some am I 

Of your bad fun 
Money's all gone but you need some 
Lover's on the phone but the got none 
Daddy ain't home from the dog run
but now they're rockin' in the disco. 
[in the disco] 

They're gonna rock [they're gonna go] 
They're gonna roll [hey hey] 
Well, if you find [where
to work

There's a railroad there and trains go by
And there's people locked in cattle cars
And have you noticed
The french fries at the A&W
Taste
of a decade since you went out of my life
The worst part of a decade, but here you are tonight
By my side

You're in my eyes, you're in my face
Just like before
You're being lame 
You want to get in on the game 
When you can hear the disco beat 
As clear as a bell 
It's time to rock that funky body 
Out
no airplay
Strictly for frontin' when you're ridin' around
12 o'clock at night with your windows down
Headlights breakin' 'cause your batteries