The Death Of The Disco Dancer
There's spaggetti on my face
Don't ask about my guitar's race
Randy roads is not dead
He is playing golf instead
I open my melting lips in blue
I play your game on your conteporary stove
I say ok
There is no other way to have you
I wish today
You drop this hot coffee over you
You seem the bootman
As bootman's slow
Writer/s: Nelo Johann
