Hate The Disco

Well, it's fifteen minutes to the hour of twelve
And I hate the disco, I hate the disco
I can never get close to a beautiful girl
They're always running away from me
Getting drunk getting too insane
Won't you lock me up forever
You agree so pull up a chair
Oh we hate the disco, we hate the disco

Oh ho oh oh oh I hate the disco
Oh ho oh oh oh I hate the disco Oh oo

Midnight heroes, Robert DeNiro's how
They love to hate you
They love to hate you
Drink some cider, flick your hair,
Cos you're goin nowhere
You ask the DJ to play the Ramones
But he's over 50
Cold and lonely you're hitching home
You hate the disco, you're hitching home

Oh, you should know that I'd never sleep
With the NME
Oh, you should know that I'd never sleep
With the NME
Look like the NME
You should know
Know know

Alone alone
Alone alone