Heading for the Disco?

One, two, three and four
She fluffs her hair, she hits the floor
Spandex pants, wide pink belt
She’s got the 80s metal down
I don’t get why anyone would wanna repeat this more than once
She goes aye, aye, aye, aye!
And I, I’m stupidfied
She’s heading for the disco
I think I’ll keep my distance
On the run,
Suburbian fun
Five, six, seven, eight
She wishes Bret Michaels was her date
Trying so hard to be old school
But goddamned Poison was never cool
I don’t get why anyone would wanna dress up as an
80s whore
(She goes Na-na-na-na-na-nah!)
And now, I’m stupified
She’s heading for the disco
I think I’ll keep my distance
And on the run
Suburbian fun…
(Whoo!)
She’s heading for the disco
I think I’ll keep my distance
On the run
Suburbian fun
Disco, disco, disco, disco, disco, disco, disco, disco, disco, disco, diso
She’s heading for the disco…