At the Discotheque

I saw you last night
at the discotheque.
From you looks I could tell
You were a discoczech.
So I laced up my platform boots
and took a discotrek
across the multicolored dancefloor.

You said you used to live
In discoUtrecht.
Started feelin’ lots of love,
gave you a discopeck
on your cheek and on your disconeck.
We danced all night to some
discoBeck.

We went to my place, and under the stars
made love on my parents’ discodeck
for an hour or two and then watched
discoShrek.

Crashed in my bed, slept till nine.
Woke up not feelin’ too fine.
Tequila sunrise, this must be a sign.
I’m such a discowreck…